This week has been really hectic. I was in the papers and now everyone seems to recognize me :) I'll also been busy with packing and shopping etc.. I got 2 new books today and lovely jacket from New Look. All this coupled with the Royal Wedding has made this week one of the most exciting in the year!
I've also held my promise, if anyone was wondering. I wrote a new story, the first one I have ever written especially for my blog! It's quite long, and I've tried to make it happier than my previous ones. Please give me feedback! Comments would be greatly appreciated :D
A kaleidoscope of colourful spirals and swirls streamed onto the canvas. Blue, pink, gold, orange, mauve, turquoise – they were all there, in a wonderful array of shapes and shades. The harsh contrast of the bright green against the blaring white of the background stung Matt’s eyes as he peered at it thoughtfully, but he didn’t care. This was his creation, his masterpiece. Slowly he picked up his matted paintbrush and dipped it into red paint. He pressed it onto the canvas and closing his eyes, moved it gently around. Matt often painted like this. He gave his eyes a rest and let his hands feel the colours and see the swirls and shapes. A minute or so later, he opened his eyes and, smiling, lay down his paintbrush. He would continue painting later. He smiled again and walked out of his room, the colour and swirls still imprinted in his mind, like an everlasting memory.
Matt made his way downstairs, meticulously avoiding the piles of dust and dirty washing. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he peered cautiously into the living room. His dad lay slumped on the couch, snoring, while a reality programme flashed on screen. His mum was in bed. Sighing, Matt turned and walked into the kitchen. A blue, fuzzy mould hid behind the fridge, poking its ugly head out onto the worktop. Dirty dishes were piled up in the sink and the table was covered in a mass of washing. Matt walked over to the table and plunged his hands into the clothes, feeling for his laptop. He pulled it out and ran out of the kitchen and up the stairs, careful not to drop it. After placing his laptop on the small desk in his room and pressing the power button, Matt slumped down onto his bed.
Matt hated his parents. They were lazy slobs and often depended on him to do the washing and cleaning, not that he ever did. His dad was an alcoholic and his mum was a cashier in Tesco. That’s why they were in this dump called Ledeford estate. Matt often dreamed about moving away. He was turning 16 next week. He would buy a flat filled with easels and paint. He could sell his paintings to pay for it. It was a lovely dream, but Matt knew that was all it was – a dream he could never fufill.
After a while Matt rubbed his eyes and then suddenly sat upright. His chocolate brown eyes surveyed the room carefully, waiting for the inspiration that would spark his latest painting. Nothing. Grumbling, Matt stood up and walked over to his laptop, which gave an impatient beep. Sitting down, he typed in his password and relaxed, letting tiredness sweep over him. It was only 2:36pm on a Saturday but Matt was exhausted. His laptop gave another beep and sighing quietly, he pressed a button, waiting for it to take him to the Google homepage where great inspiration would be easier to find.
The page opened at a search engine. Matt automatically clicked the Facebook button near the top of the page. He regretted it a moment later. A swarm of comments and messages were left on his page. Hurriedly, he clicked the back button. Matt closed his eyes and sighed with relief. He knew who left the comments and messages. Daniel. He was the school bully and liked nothing better than to torment people. This was the reason Matt never went to school anymore. He hated the lessons anyway. Matt opened his eyes. He clicked on the email button at the top of the screen, which was flashing a bright red, and waited. His laptop was slow. It was an old dell that was unreliable and battered. Matt had been told they had bought it brand new for his birthday, but he knew better. Finally, the page loaded. Matt leaned in closer to the screen and he quickly scanned his emails. Most were spam or silly messages from Paul, but one had a formal ring to it. Matt opened it up. His eyes quickly scanned the words;
Dear Matthew Roberts,
We are pleased to inform you that you have one the Junior Threadhough Painting Prize! Your prize is £50,000. On the 8th May your prize will be given to you by Lady Hough who sponsors the prizes. We have contacted the local press. Once again congratulations! We will send you a letter with more details soon.
Matt stumbled backwards off his chair in shock. This had to be a joke...he had never won anything in his life! He was terrible at sports and rubbish at drama. Even his paintings weren’t that good. Quickly, Matt sat down and scanned the page for a tell-tale sign – a fake email address, a spelling mistake, something that would tell him the email was spam or one of Paul’s jokes. There was nothing. He slumped in his chair, his arms hanging down the sides and his mouth comically open in an ‘o’ shape. He tried to recall the painting he had sent in. It was called “Sunset” he remembered. It had been simple – a line of turquoise, then a line of orangey-red and finally a semi-circle of yellow against a black background. Matt stood up and ambled over to his easel, his mouth still open. He stared at the painting. He couldn't believe he had won.
Suddenly, a thought popped into his head. He had £50,000 now! That was more than enough to buy a new easel and paints. It might even be enough to rent a flat! Matt ran back to his laptop and typed into Google flats for rent. What seemed like an hour later, the results appeared on the screen. He grabbed the mouse and scrolled through the websites. While they were loading, Matt had done the maths. The rent, he had decided, should be no more than £200. That way he could buy an easel and paints as well as paying the bills for over a year. A minute later he found a suitable flat. It had a one bedroom and was in a new complex of flats about a mile away from Sheffield. Quickly, Matt scribbled down the web address and turned off his laptop. Smiling, he ambled over to his easel and picked up his paintbrush. He dipped it into the paint and in one motion drew a yellow ring at the side of the canvas. Matt grinned. Things were finally looking up.
That's it! Please tell me if you liked better or worse than my usual, depressing stories :) I could really use your feedback!
I'll see you next week and when I come back I'll make sure I post all my pics for you to see :D