*You can start thinking about What’s Up Wednesday now 🙂 *
I sat on Tracy’s bed, gazing longingly at a mermaid figurine Mom and Dad had given to me just days before they died. I hadn’t know that it was the last thing they would ever give me.
It brought back so many memories — Mom, Dad, my sister and friends.
I was about to have a complete meltdown when I heard the door open downstairs. I stashed the figurine with the rest of my stuff and went to investigate.
Hurrying across the room was the last person I expected to see: Saige!
“Woah! Saige! Slow down, would ya? I haven’t seen you since New Years! Where are you going?” I exclaimed.
“Oh, hi Savannah! I was just going to the art room,” she said.
Then she gasped and grabbed my hand. “Oooh, I have an idea!”
I groaned. Uh oh. Saige had an idea.
“You can come with me! We can do that ‘bonding’ thing that Caro wants us to do.”
And with that I found myself being towed across the house to the “art room.”
The art room was actually very small.
And I said so.
“The art room is kinda small, don’t you think, Saige?”
“It’s the perfect size for one person to create in,” she said as she started putting the contents of the art room onto a tray, “but maybe not two.”
She handed me a small table and I followed her out the door.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“To the bigger art room!” replied Saige with a grin.
Saige set the tray down on a table when we got to the bigger art room.
The bigger art room actually was quite bigger. It had two tables in it, a chair, and some supplies were on one of the tables.
“OK, so what do we do now?” I asked.
Saige picked up an apron. “Put this on,” she instructed.
As Saige tied the apron on, I started to feel, just a tiny bit, that I might actually belong here after all.
Saige spread out some supplies on the table behind us.
“One of the reasons I left the Cave of Despair,” Saige began, “was because I wanted to try out these new paints!”
“What’s another reason?” I asked.
“Izzy. . . “
“Oh, and I also wanted to use these crayons,” she continued.
Soon Saige had set up a canvas and her painting things.
“What are you gonna do, Savannah?” she asked me as she wet her brush.
I shrugged. “I’m not very artistic, but I guess I’ll draw something with the crayons.”
I grabbed a piece of paper and started drawing.
After half in hour of being creative in silence, we each had something. That’s mine.
“Woah! It’s so pretty,” Saige complimented.
Then she turned her easel around so I could see her painting.
“Um . . . what . . . is that?” I asked after a moment of stunned silence.
“It’s you, ” Saige replied with a little smile.
My guess is that she had been expecting my reaction.
“Wait . . . WHAT?!” I exclaimed, my voice rising. “You think I look like a faded rainbow???”
She looked at her painting again. “I might just call it that,” she mused. ” ‘The Faded Rainbow.’ “
“Explain, por favor?” I demanded.
“Well, I was just painting what I saw,” she told me.
“Right now, you’re this.” She pointed to the faded rainbow.
“But with some love –” she pointed to the heart “– you’ll become the bright rainbow.”
I nodded. I wouldn’t admit it out loud, but I really did feel like a faded rainbow. All the color and sparkle had gone out of my life two years ago, when Mom and Dad died.
I looked at my drawing again. I thought it was rather pretty.
“This was so fun!” I said enthusiastically on a sudden impulse. “We should do this again sometime!”
Saige raised her hands over her head in victory. “YES! That is exactly what I was waiting for!!”
THE END =)