"Who are you? "Asked Mrs Packeltide.
Are you that Boho chic kind of girl in the bleacher ?
Or the ones with pom-poms in the cheerleader squad?
Or are you the oh so nerdy ones ?
"I don't know , Miss" was all I could say .
" Out of my class "she shouted, If you don't know who you're then how would you trust your partner ? How would you draw something that is you ?
Art is what you're, my love .
You can't learn art , You've to take out art buried in your soul .
Take a day off and don't enter my class till the time you know who you're .
Good bye.
Mrs Packeltide dint let me say anything .
All I could see was her padded bra not fitting her properly and the smudged mascara.
I had a long long walk alone at the sea .
Trying to know who I am , who I was and who I want to be .
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The Unkindness of Mrs Packeltide.
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