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~ Art: the expression or application of human creative skill and imagination, typically in a visual form such as painting or sculpture, producing works to be appreciated primarily for their beauty or emotional power.
One thing I've never failed at would have to be art. Ever since kindergarten my mother has kept my drawings that weren't even all that good. When I needed something to pass the time I'd use my canvas and paint brushes as a distraction.
She wouldn't be here for a day or two I already know that but I needed something to do while I wait. After hours and all classes were done I somehow managed to get my art teacher to let me stay. She said she understood my need and impatience for the way of literature, whatever the hell that means. I was allowed two canvases in her back room and whatever old materials I could find..
I wasn't picky besides she basically had everything that I needed. I checked the time every three minutes as if that would help it go any faster.
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~I found myself thinking about Elijah. It's not that I want to believe what his mother said it's just what if it's true, what if I so happen to stay and he becomes a person I so happen to like.
I don't know him but I use to daydream about people I don't know. Think of their good personality and how they could benefit my future. How can Elijah Hart benefit me?
"I. Don't. Know." Leaning over the canvas I finished painting in the eyes. Jason's birthday's coming up and I decided to paint him.
I looked down at myself, my hands and pants covered in different colors. I don't care about the clothes I just should have been more careful. Looking down at my work not liking it. It's not what It could've been and I know it's okay because of how I'm feeling at the moment.
"So beautiful and yet you're frowning."
I didn't look up because hearing his voice was enough for me to know who it was. It's deeper than anyone else's. "...how'd you find me?"
"I ran into Ms. Jones on the way to lunch. She said you might've needed some time alone and to come by later."
He walked further into the room, I could feel him standing over me looking down at the painting. "You're good at that."
