11 February 2013
Work time I say to my mom as I run out the house and Down the street to a Rundown graveyard, It's the only place I get inspiration for my Drawings,
today I'm working on a new drawing its going good but I have to get home, I'm late.
Where were you my mom
roars at the Park I lie trying to hide the drawings behind my back, My mom tries to Punish me With a belt I push her down and run out the door back to the Graveyard, It looks different at night scary unfamiliar I go to my favorite drawings spot and sit to calm my nerves I reaching for my drawing pad but Remember its home,
I curl up in a ball in the cool night I start to fall Sleep then i hear a girl crying, Not because she's hurt but upset
The girl is...
Part One- The Graveyard • Opuss № I