I silently tap my pencil on the blanm peice of paper, a little eraser dust coming off it. I knew I couldn't be great. I heard my mom walk in my room and I quickly hide my art.

"H-hi mom!" I say as if I wasnt hidng anything.

"Hi sweetpea! Watcha doing?"

"Oh just..." My eyes land on the book next to me and I lift it up. "Reading...?"

"Nice! I would love for you to be an author!" My mom gushes as I wince. "Actually...I dont want to be an author..."

My hand slowly goes toward a stack of art and characters I have drawn over the years, keeping it hidden. "Then what do you want to do?."

"Uhmm..." I inch my hand forward to the papers, but stop and let it fall.. "A lawyer?..."

"Oh I knew it! You were always so good at organization!" my mom says before running out. I sigh loudly

Another day

Another lie...

I slowly put both arms on my cheeks and went on YouTube. I clicked on many speedpaint and animators.

TaxeyCab, the one who was such a huge fan for Skydoesminecraft. Wouldnt blame her, im the same..

Swiftkhaos, oh man her Kill The Queen was amazing!

Alreatoraye, the white haired animator who was awesome.

Vivziepop, the one who has an amazing taste of music! 

I click on many more, some for watch later. I've always been a fan. I dreamed of having a youtube channel where everyone would die to draw and animate like me..

When my videos would be on everyone's recommended list.. where maybe I can win best artist or animator at my school...

Maybe even graduate from SVA or Full Sail..

Who knows?..

Then I wince. "Lawyer.. seriously Wings?" I mutter.

I only want to share my art with the world. I go to Wattpad and slowly scroll down the comments I had. "Awesome, cool, teach me, your amazing!" I mutter all the comments and sigh.

I dont wanna be anything else

I dont wanna be working at Mcdonalds..

I dont want to even be a lawyer... I want to follow my dreams.

Im just too scared.

I never show anyone my art from the outside world. Sometimes people take it and show other people at school, some eighth graders even wanting me to create their own OC. But I hide myself. My art, my talent.

I slowly drift back to my dreams. Being an amazing speedpainter like Taxey, maybe even as good as Swift and Raye. Maybe create my own webcomic like Vivziepop. Maybe do mini animated music videos like AnimatedJames. Maybe have a pokemon OC like PikaPetey. Maybe even-

I slowly wince as I realized I made an entire list of things I want to be in my head.

"DAMN YOU GOALS!" I say silenty but loud enough for my mom to hear. But she doesn't. "Next year.... ill get a draing tablet, maybe paint tool sai, oh oh Macrodomia flash 8! Maybe even firealpaca, thats free..."

"Yeah yeah Wings you'll say that and when my birthday or christmas comes you'll be too scared to ask your damn parents.." I mutter louder.

I slowly lean my head back from my computer and look at my wall. Painted with swirls and colors.

My painting.

I sigh even louder before I take out the peice of paper and draw something on it. I smile atmy finished production and hang it outside my door.