Just then, Mika's mother walked by holding a tray of sandwiches. "Mika, Charlotte, it's lunch time now and you two need to get your stomachs full because tonight there will be no food for you!" Mika groaned. "Mum! Is it dad's friends again!?" "Now, now Mika. It happens sometimes. Alright, both of you should eat! C'mon. Have as many sandwiches as your little bellies can have!" She handed Mika and Charlotte the tray. They both gobbled all of them up like little tiny monsters while drawing with their coloured pencils. "My one's gonna have a mountain" Charlotte began, her blonde wavy hair flapping forward to her face. "My one's gonna have a human!" Mika cried. Both of the girls giggled and then they finished their picture.
Charlotte stared at her drawing for a while. "Hmmm... Something's seems like it's missing". The girl next to her, Mika, was shaking her head as she hung her picture up. "Don't you think that something else needs to fit in?" They both nodded at the same time as they knew what to do. Charlotte grabbed an even longer piece of paper and both girls began to draw their drawing. They started off with no colours at all, just lead, until Mika began grabbing yellow paint that seemed almost golden and began dipping her brush in and stripped yellow golden paint all over the bottom bit. It looked like sand, that was almost golden.
Charlotte began painting the mountain, while Mika cut out a shape of a man running on black paper and glued it in when the paint dried. Then the girls wanted to make it look even more magical, so they grabbed Mika's glitter box, grabbed glue and stuck it on the paper and left it to dry. When it did, it looked like a masterpiece, a beautiful artwork, and Mika and Charlotte began presenting it to Mika's mother, who was cooking dumplings for Mika's father's "work" party. It was obvious that everyone knew that Mika came from China but does that matter to Charlotte? "Oooh! That looks amazing! Both of you have an amazing talent!" "What's our talent mother? You don't seem to give us much information about what our 'talent' is". "Well, I think that it's art! You just haven't noticed yet".
Mika's mum placed her hands on her knees as she sat down comfortably. The girls then ran to Mika's room and placed the painting on the wall on top of Mika's bed. They smiled together and hugged each other with a feeling that they have never done such a beautiful artwork in their lives.
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The Very Special Friend
General FictionThere are two very cheerful girls in the neighbourhood. One is called Charlotte and one is called Mika. Both of them will never give up on each other no matter what. Sometimes their problems are frustrating but in most times their problems are easy...
