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chapter twenty-two

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chapter twenty-two

I stared at the completed painting before me, my eyes taking in the image of the field and the star filled sky. I smiled and felt as though I was in the very painting myself, knowing that it was from last October and that it was so beautiful and took my breath away. I reached my hand forward and brushed my fingers against the surface of the painting, the rough texture from the strokes of the paint brush going over and over the painting reminded me of how much I slaved over this art piece to make sure that it would turn out fantastic.

I turned my head and found that Blue was looking his own painting, and I got up from my stool before heading over to his final piece. I smiled when I saw the planets before me and placed my hand against his shoulder blade, causing him to flicker his eyes towards mine with uncertainly, as though he didn't know how others would respond to his painting like he had.

"It's beautiful, Blue," I told him honestly, while my mind thought- like you. But I knew that I couldn't utter these words out, especially when I was at school.

"Thanks, Azalea," he responded back as we both picked up our canvases from our easels and headed towards the front of the classroom. I saw that one of the girls in the class had painted her backyard, which was a beautiful garden. Her mother was an award-winning gardener and her daughter always painted flowers that her mom planted.

I smiled at her and she beamed at me, as though showing happiness, but I could tell that she almost blushed because of the fact that it was ironic that most of the flowers that was in her mom's garden this year were azaleas. I just thought it was funny, since my mom actually loved the flower and she named me after the flower. She didn't just name me the flower because she just liked the name, but because azaleas were her favorite flower.

Sitting my painting in the front of the classroom, I knew that Mrs. Baggins would only chose two paintings that would be hung up on the wall, for the next school year. She had been very picky, and since this was my first year painting, along with the others in this class, we all waited with anticipation when it came to seeing her chose which two paintings she would hang up.

I watched as the red-headed woman picked up my painting and I felt victory in my being as she placed it on her desk and then she looked over the four other paintings that were in front of her. She was stuck between looking at Blue's painting and the girl's painting. And when she picked up the painting that was Blue's I couldn't help but lung forward and hug the boy, causing him to widen his eyes before he chuckled and hugged me back, as though he was happy that our paintings would be hung side by side.