Penny For My Thoughts

I scrub my hands over my face. "Writing has just become so hard since everything came out." I say, leaning back in my chair. "My family, my friends. They used to all read my work with excitement. Now all I see in their eyes is pity." I lace my fingers behind my head, closing my eyes.

"I mean, what are they supposed to think?" Angela took a bite of her pudding before continuing. "You write horror. Mostly involving female leads, with male antagonists. You even go as far as making the monsters the hero. No one is supposed to read into that?" I roll my eyes, and put my feet up on the round table in front of us.

"Oh right. My mistake for thinking people could look at my art, without my life being involved." I wiggle my toes. A smirk touches my lips, as a look of disgust passes over Angela's face.

"Viper, you literally spend every day trying to be the exact opposite of what people

expect." Angela gestures to me with an open hand. "For fuck sake, you call your style neon goth. How do those things even go together?" I shrug, letting my foot fall to the floor..

"Neon goth is going to blow up. Just wait." I lean forward, and rest my arms on the table. "Life is too hard to not be yourself. I don't care if that means I blow off all expectations. I'm having fun."

"Then just have fun with writing too. Just pretend you can see less than you actually can when they read your work. Not like they'll know the difference." Angela smiled.

"Hey now! Why did you go and bring my sight into it?" I laugh. "Got any more pudding?"