The Royal Heart

The Royal Heart: Chapter 1

The Royal Heart: Chapter 1

I stared at my painting for the last couple of minutes trying to figure out what was missing. My painting was all paint of black with a white circle in the top right corner of the painting.

Maybe I did something wrong, it didn’t came out the way I wanted or thought the way wanted it because I have no idea what was I doing.

“Is there something wrong?” Violet voice said beside me. She move a little more to my side and look at my painting. “It looks like the moon. Why don’t you draw stars or a white little person looking at the sky night?”

I shook my head and said, “Is not suppose to be the sky night, V.”

“Then what is it?”

“I honestly have no idea, but before I knew it, I began to paint this” I said pointing at my painting.

“Then, what are you planning to do?” Violet said to me as her look at the clock of the classroom. “You have less than twenties minutes to finish your painting, Luna.”

I bit my lower lip, and stated at my painting again. I needed to do something fast…ok. I painted a white circle, what can I do with it……

“Luna” Violet called out to be, but ignored her. “Don’t stared into space and get to work.”

Space?! That’s it. I grab a clean brush and began to transform the white circle in to a black hole, but this was going to be a white hole. Then, I began to draw a planet being suck into the black whole, But you couldn’t tell, if the white hole was making it to taking it. Then I draw dot that represented stars, little planets, and other things that made my painting better.

I finish my finally touch of my painting when the bell to lunch rang.

The teacher got up from her desk and walks between the rows, and said, “Ok everyone, leave the painting in their places. I going to start grading them, if there finish out not.”

I grab my brush and clean with the water I had in my cup.

“Wow, Luna your painting is wonderful” Violet said to me as she stood next to me.

I look at my painting. It wasn’t that good.

“It wasn’t what I wanted” I whisper to myself.

I got up from my seat and walk toward her painting. Her painting was about a white house in open fields. I was a beautiful painting.

“I think your painting is way better than mines” I said.

She was about to say something, but stop her by saying, “Ok, the two paintings are good.”

Violet stood there smiling at me. She has been by best friend since middle school. I have more friends, but no one like her. She has short dark brown hair and brown eyes color. Compare to me, she was taller than me. I am about 5’2, long brown curly hair, and hazel eyes color.