Ten o’clock at night and I’m stuck making a stupid quilt design. And it has to be in color. I hate my pictures being in color, why does my teacher hate me so?

Rubbing my eyes, I turn my attention back to my work. I’ve done the design, it’s just the color part that’s screwing me. At random I grab a pencil.Why pink? I shake my head in frustration and pick up the blue. I start to shade, yawning from boredom.

“RAWR!!” I jump up about five feet in the air screaming and fall on my arse. Laughter, howling laughter comes from behind me. I turn around and glare at the perpertrator. My older brother is bowed over holding his sides and shaking.

“What the heck was that for?!” I scream, hitting him upside the head multiple times.

“Ow! Sorry!” he exclaims, rubbing the rapidly, purpling bruise on his face. I turn to my homework and scream at the sight before my eyes. A long blue streak stretches across the page.

“Jensen!!! What were you thinking?!” I shout. He glances at my art.

“Jared, I was being a lion.”