Christmas Morning. It used to have appeal to me, but ever since I turned 12, it somehow got lost. I'm 17 now but my 6 year old brother, Lucas, he's a different case.
He's an artistic little guys. He asks for the usual toy here and there, but most of what he asked for involved drawing. Light up drawing boards. Notepads. Markers. You name it. But in particular, he asked for a special 96 color set of crayons.
He rushes downstairs, overly excited about the morning. My parents are groggily woken up, as am I, and lead to the tree. Under it, 60% of the gifts are for Lucas.
The first one he grabs is his big set of crayons. He rips it open in glee, jumping at the massive box. It's more complex than I thought it to be. It had shades if brown, tan, blue, and green that I hadn't seen in a children's coloring set.
After the presents had been opened, and the tissue paper strewn across the floor, he ran upstairs to begin coloring. He did this for the next 3 days. By the fourth day, as my parents left us for the weekend, with me babysitting, he was still going at it. I walked upstairs to see if he was doing ok, as he hadn't come down to eat his dinner. When I got to his room, it was littered with drawings. It was quite the mess.
"Whacha drawing, Lucas?" I ask.
"I drew you!" He bounced. The drawing was crude, and a stick figure, but could resemble me, with the messy brown hair. The only real recognition of it being me was my name scribbled under it.
"Cute..." I mutter. "You ready for dinner yet?"
"I gotta finish my drawing first!" He jumped.
Rolling my eyes, I walked out of the room and downstairs. Little did I know that as I left him alone, he began to edit his drawing of me, and it began reflecting into real life as well.
(What will Lucas add onto the main character?)