Sincerely yours, Viviana

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Fatal disappointment flooded Ana's body when she saw her piece. All of the paint smudged in various different ways. In ways it wasn't supposed to be. She had worked for weeks on this canvas, each stroke of crafted oil paint, all vibrant colours that were placed intelligently with a high level of skill and detail had all gone to ruin. She felt like crying, and understandably so. Emotion and, quite frankly, mental welfare, had gone into this piece.

The painting was of a beautiful building in Capri, her home. Ana missed Italia so much, but not just her country, her home and family too. This painting was her chance to finally prove herself, not only to her teachers, but also to her parents. This could finally show them that all of the hard work they had gone through to make sure their daughter had the best education possible was worth it. But the destruction of her work was almost the tip of the iceberg.

Icebergs show little on the surface in comparison to whats underneath, and thats one of the only ways that could possibly describe how Ana was feeling.

She had joined St Edwards in September, at the start of the school year and immediately she felt out of place. Despite being awarded a prestigious Art scholarship, that only one student a year could be granted, she knew she didn't belong. As most students arrived at the school in a large Bentley driven by their families personal driver or the odd sports car that Ana's family could only ever dream of owning, Ana arrived in style in a bright yellow Taxi from the airport.

And as quickly she realised how out of place she felt, Ana also realised how intimidating the school was. An abnormally massive Edwardian mansion was turned into the school, each of the wings of the building came towards Ana, who arrived at the top of the driveway that was finished with a large paved area, decorated with a glamorous fountain.

The students themselves are exactly like how you can imagine, littered with designer clothing and the latest technology, with no care at all in the world.

All of their school uniforms fit them to a 'T'. The girls skirts reached to their mid-thigh and everyone's navy blue blazers all tailored to their bodies. Ana's skirt however, had fraying edges and didn't quite fit her properly, as well as her blazer that slightly swamped her body, almost completely covering the white shirt underneath, even when unbuttoned. Her dark hair fell just beyond her shoulders, the layers styled in, in an attempt to give her stubborn straight hair some volume. She had dark hazel eyes that were reflective of both her parents and to anyone that looks close enough, they would describe them as warm and deep, to Ana, they were boring.

She knew she wasn't anything extraordinary, especially stood next to the girls at St. Edwards — completely oblivious to her natural beauty, talent and of course her compassion to anything and anyone that was near to her heart.

So, in Ana's way of thinking, she did not belong. This mindset would have made her life ten times more difficult, if it weren't for her friend.

That friend, was Adora Islington. Adora suited her name very well, she was loyal, compassionate and adored by pretty much anyone who was lucky enough to know her. She fiercely loved and always fought for what she believed in— whether that be more coffee supplies in the school, or feminist views that she wasn't afraid to share with anyone. Ana and Adora quickly became inseparable soon after.

"Oh shit." Adora said with layers of shock and sympathy. She was stood behind Ana in one of the many art studios in the school, this one was usually reserved for Ana, being the most regular art scholar student in the department building. Adora held two cups of tea in her hands, in travel mugs that were still steaming. "Ana what happened?"

Adora set the cups down and walked closer to her very distressed friend. "I dont know..." Ana whispered, still lost for words at her weeks of hard works gone to waste. "I just got here. I—" She paused as she could feel herself choke. Ana closed her eyes and tiled her head up to the ceiling in an attempt to stop the tears that were edging in her eyes.