Double Agent

Double Agent

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storyofmylife96 By storyofmylife96 Updated Dec 14, 2010

I set my charcoal down and sighed. Putting my head in my folded hands on my desk I decided it was pointless. This would never turn out the way I wanted it to be. I hopped off my gray stool and walked over to the front of the room to Ms. Smith. Ms. Smith was the typical young art teacher. She had a short pixie-like haircut that was always dyed jet black with pink streaks. I was always in this class. It was kind of like my second home. 

"Ms. Smith...." I sighed. Ms. Smith glanced up from the sketch she was working on at the moment. Her sketched were always so detailed. When you looked at them, you always felt as if you were inside the picture, experiencing whatever emotion the character was experiencing. Today it was interesting. A typical...CIA scene. There was a man, young man, sitting under an umbrella wearing sunglasses, with his head turned at a 45 degree angle looking off into the distance. Half of his face was covered by a tree with many branches, which made it look even more of ...

  • agent
  • cia
  • double
  • high
  • school
  • spy