Mr. Hunklebunkle will see you now.

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I walk to my door: 6th floor room 66, I sneer when I look at the directions, howling at nothing. I look at the door saying 666. When I open the door my friend is watching TV and eating potatoes, I join her. After going through five large bags of potato chips, I go on my long journey to apply for and art school, I want to learn how to draw potatoes.

There are at least fifty different shades in a potato, and I want to learn how to apply them all!

Just thinking about it makes me excited, I mean, I'm gonna learn how to draw a potato!

I happily skip 5 miles down the road to the art school. When I get there, a lady makes me wait in the waiting room. Everyone is quiet and two people are talking to each other and laughing, meanwhile I have two bags of potatoes in my hands, They are pointing to the potatoes "mine" I say cradling the bags of potatoes, they now look worried but still giggling.

"Ms. Bullwinkle? Mr. Hunklebunkle will see you now" the tomato says. I stand up and go to the office of Mr Hunklebunkle. "Take a seat," Hunklebunkle says still swivelled around so I don't see his face. When I say 'Hi,' he swivels around in his hover chair, very rich looking. I look at him and he looks like a real life potato. I drop my mouth watching him every gesture, he is a potato indeed. I drop my potatoes on my lap when I see him.

"Hi, Ms Bullwinkle-"

"You can call me twitchy, my friends call me that for short," I say to the potato like a man.

"Ok twitchy, I heard that you want to become an artist. What were you thinking about drawing?" he asks. "I was thinking about drawing potatoes, did you know they're at least 50 different shades in a potato? And I want to learn those skills," I say and he sends me a smile "Very creative, indeed."

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