The Pencil and Paper

I hear the rough noise of my sister drawing. Every day she retires to her room and draws... I hear the rough screech of felt-tip pens. I hear the pencil scraping across the paper, and I hear the eraser wiping lines away. My sister pulls a felt-tip pen across the paper and she runs over to me... Just Shojo. A manga female, if you will. Just a Shojo woman about 23 years of age. Perfect manga drawings and beautiful colouring. 1

"I've been working on this for the past few days," she tells me, her voice full of happiness.2

"What about your comic, Bishop of the White Lawn?" I ask, wondering about my sister's comic.3

"I've been doing this woman for it. Her name is Arora Blues. I've been working on my comic, but Arora comes in soon so I decided to draw her a few days before she enters the scenes!" my sister says happily, showing me 'Arora' again.4

"OK, go work on your comic or whatever, I'm going to go play .hack-" I began, but my sister cut in.5

"I'm doing a .hack comic for you," she told me, and I smiled as my sister climbs into her chair, and the familiar rough noise of the pencil, the screech of the felt-tip pens, and the eraser fill my ears... With happiness and joy.6

By MagicKid