I didn't know what she meant by 'draw something nice'.
So I drew a naked woman.
And she slapped me.
Her face was red, just like an apple's.
I only laughed. I admit it, she is simply just adorable.
Florence. Florence Carter.
How did I end up here again?...
It was windy, too windy.
Actually, there was a tornado nearby.
But I was far enough to be considered safe.
But I was cold.
I had no home to go to and everything I had was all gone.
Those art pieces I had took so long to draw in order to earn some money had been blown away.
I got hungry and ate them.
Just when I thought all hope was gone, an angel appeared.
The light seemed to shine on her as she approached me.
The wind blowing newspapers around looked like wings she sprouted.
Beautiful, I needed to draw it.
And thus in the strangely odd and dangerous, I drew my most wonderful piece yet; an angel.
The woman in her mid 40s looked down and complimented on my drawing.
"What do you say? I would agree to adopt you, not for your art though,"
That's how I met Emilie Ashford, my mother.
I stared at Florence's red face, then looked into the mirror.
My face was red too.
Not from the impact of the slap, but from blood.
I think I am in love.
Author's Notes :D
I must write shorter :(
Credits to another friend for giving me plot ^^