4.3 – Jackie

~Jackie’s P.O.V.~

I smiled, quietly humming a song while I painted. I really enjoyed painting. It helped me take my mind of things. Being the youngest was tough. I had 4 siblings to look up too. Sure I had a twin, but I was still the youngest. My siblings would boss me around sometimes. Especially the older twins, Eclipsa and Meteora.

“Your grandfather was evil.” Mom explained to me one day, “He was a player. He didn’t care much for us kids. I didn’t want that for you girls, so I tried being in your life as much as possible.”

I smiled, and just nodded, not saying anything, deciding to just go back to my painting. Painting was my outlet. Sure, I could do other things. Chess was fun sometimes, so was playing the guitar, but I loved painting the most. Painting was interesting. I could do whatever I wanted.

I could just glide my hand across the canvas, and that would make art. It was peaceful. It let me calm my mind, and keep it empty of worries about the future. I was nervous, really. I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to be in the music industry.

Possibly a pop star, if I could… but I might have to go to college for that. I was scared of asking my mom’s if I COULD go to college. We had the money, but… I still wasn’t sure if they were okay with it.

There was the guitar, too. It was my great-uncle DD’s, bought for him, when he was a teen. At least, that’s what Grandpa had told us once. I believed him. If great-uncle DD could play the guitar, then I’m sure I could too. I was excited to learn, and Mom signed me up for classes. She signed me up for Music Club at the school, too. I wasn’t going to complain. I was thrilled. If I could achieve my dream, that would be amazing! Let’s just hope my dreams don’t come crashing down.

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