Hoe for Hosie

Walking Masterpiece

tw: depression, mention of abuse, self-harm, mention of accident

Josie's PoV

"Paintings inspire both artists and audiences by conveying ideas, emotions, and symbolic meanings," my professor declared as she flashed a slide on the screen, continuing her lecture.

I despise painting so much; I don't even know how to blend colors!

I can't stand it here; I really want to smack Lizzie's head for daring me to join the Art Club. It was my fault, though; I lost the game, and now I'm paying the price.

I still remember when she lost during our favorite game of Monopoly.

I dared her to learn taekwondo, and after initially refusing, she eventually accepted.

It was a rule that if you lost, you had to accept the challenge.

As a beginner, Lizzie earned her yellow belt in taekwondo in less than a year. I remember her telling me how exhausted she was after training.

In the end, she didn't continue due to work commitments, but the point was she had learned it, and that was the goal.

Lizzie and I loved playing Monopoly when we were younger, and we still play it now.

We agreed that the loser of each game would have to accept a challenging dare that we had agreed upon before playing.

Of course, we always made sure the dares were difficult enough for us.

My sister and I had ideas about what we didn't know. That's why I ended up in the Art Club.

My sister knows I'm not interested in anything related to art.

Though it's not as boring as I expected.

All the artists here are really cute and it seems like art represents our deepest, darkest emotions. It caught my attention.

I'm always interested in people's feelings.

That's why I studied psychology.

For some reason, I realized that continuing this challenge wasn't so bad. Honestly, the best part of this club is the professor.

Ms. Hope Mikaelson.

"All right, for the contest-all you'll need is to show your best paintings to really wow our audience," Hope announced, proceeding to explain.

I always stare at her. I like how she confidently conveys her words about painting to everyone in front of her. You can see that she is determined and focused on sharing her knowledge about art.

She makes art look much more interesting to me. And that makes her incredibly attractive.

Well, I'm not going to complain if she wants to teach me about art all day long.

I wonder if she remembers me or not, I know that she didn't see me that time.

But why does she keep looking at me now?