Banana Walker

            Stacy drew up a sketch with the audacity of a Viking setting sail on an adventure to find uncharted territory. Only a few moments crawled by before she disdainfully crumpled her paper into an unfortunate lump and whipped it across the room. How could she ever hope to finish this drawing by tomorrow? Her dreams were dangling by a tread. She felt like she was a tightrope walker- who was expected to preform, but who had lost her most important tool, the balancing pole. At least a pole was a concrete item. Stacy didn’t even know what the heck she was missing nor did she know where to look for it. She thought about bananas. Their yellow color made them a bubbly fruit and their sweet taste coincided with that personality. Stop Stacey! Now this was disdainful, she was personifying fruit. Maybe she was crazy or maybe she was just hungry. A banana did seem like a good idea and a bubbly distraction. Haha, she thought,  “…bubbly distraction, that’s funny…a bubbly banana.” Bananas’ should be bubbly because they have the audacity to be that disdainful, cheery yellow color. Yellow was not one of Stacey’s favorite colors because of that one time when she was the victim of a prank that involved a rather large bucket of yellow paint, banana yellow paint. However, that prank was beside the point. It meant nothing to her. She just did not understand why bananas had to be yellow. Perhaps bananas should be red. Perhaps she should pull a prank on her own mind and trick it into functioning. It was not like she was actually walking a tightrope, she just needed some creative bubbliness.

            Stacey pounded down the carpeted staircase. She swung herself around the disdainful banister that almost broke every time she performed the trick as if she were on a tightrope. She still had the audacity to do it every time she descended even though that disdainfully broken down banister was precariously close to pulling a prank on her. One day she would fall flat on her face. However, today was not that day. This is what she told herself every day.

In the light blue fridge, that creaked every time she opened the slightly rusted door, she found her disdainfully, yellow banana. She sat down to eat as she continued to ponder her quest that she audaciously set out on about nine months ago.

            When Stacey was in ninth grade she stood up in front of the class and told everyone she wanted to be a tightrope walker. At her proclamation her classmates began to sputter and spitter like a bunch of pots boiling over as they pretended, unsuccessfully, to hide their laughter. The bubbly teacher hushed them then as Stacey walked to her seat in disdain, but she could not protect her from the pranks that would come. It did not help that Stacey’s part-time job at the Quicky Mart Gas Station required her to dressed up as a disdainfully bubbly banana. Most of the time she hid from the world where she did not belong. She had to give herself some credit for having the audacity to show herself in school each day. It was no easy task dodging the plethora of pranks that were showered in her each day. One time she actually broke her leg because of a prank. She slipped on a banana peel down two flights of stairs. Despite the fact that bananas had a strong, disdainful connotation in her life, they still remained Stacey’s favorite fruit. She was just weird like that. Maybe it was proof that she had more audacity than she thought she did. Maybe it meant that she was a masochist. Either way she ate many disdainful, bubbly bananas. And they made her brain bubbly which made it cascade creativity on space after space of blank canvas.

            Her talent was her ticket because like being a tightrope walker, being a real honest-to-God great artist could change Stacey’s life. When Stacey’s bubbly teacher presented her with the application for an art school in New York she couldn’t resist. Here her audacity truly began to show. No longer would she hide in disdainful shadows, but her bubbliness would creep out into the sunshine and magnify her beauty. Maybe she would never be a tightrope walker, but she could be an artist nonetheless. She was a triumphant goddess of paint and canvas, as she walked the tightrope of color choice and shading. She mustered all of her audacity and began the journey to freedom. She took the application.

            Now nine months later Stacey sat at her kitchen table tracing the scratches that were scrawled across the surface while she ate her disdainful banana. There was nothing bubbly going on in her disdainful head. She needed this project to be amazing. Amazing like her favorite tightrope walker, “The Audacious Adrienne.” Her banana was almost gone. She stared down at the last little bit cramped between the thick yellow peel. She imagined Adrienne on a banana peel tightrope, elegant and audacious, getting ready to impress her crowd. And then the gears began to turn in Stacey’s head. Maybe bananas really were bubbly because her brain was now bubbly too. She would escaped the pranks and the stress of her world and audaciously leap into a whole new place.

            Stroke by stroke Stacey painted her heart onto the canvas creating beauty in the midst of nothingness. Interpreting blankness into color and line. She danced on her tightrope of paint and audaciously leapt into a new genre. She painted “The Audacious Adrienne” in all her fierce beauty atop the tip of a banana, a bubbly banana with a disdainful yellow color. Adrienne conquered the banana as Stacey would conquer her life riddled with pranks. Her heart emanated from the canvas in a radiance of disdainful yellow.