Her POV
The last day of school has finally arrived, and I was thankful more than ever.
I finished all my exams and I feel proud, I know I got all A's.
"What are you going to wear today Av?"
I pointed to the outfit hanging on the hook from the door of my closet.
It was a float tank top paired with light shorts and white adidas all stars.
She nodded her head as she brushed her wavy hair into a pony tail.
I put my brown straight hair into a pony tail as well.
I applied some bb cream and mascara.
"Ready to go?" Lillian asked.
"Let's go." I say before grabbing my black back pack that I would be using for the last time.
"I'm so happy that sophomore year is almost over."
I nodded my head.
* * * * *
We arrived at school and began to pack up our lockers, stuffing everything into my backpack."AVANA." I heard from down the hall.
I turned my head to face the girl holding her phone and running towards me.
"LOOK AT THIS!" She shouted.
"Okay, let's calm down." I chuckled.
"NO TIME FOR CALMING DOWN. LOOK!" She exclaimed while showing me a picture on her phone.
It was a painting. This painting looked very familiar. It was a young girl that looked like she was turning into millions of flowers.
"This is you!" She said.
My eyes widened in realization. Wait, come on Avana. A painting of you? Why would a artist paint you? People can barley remember your name.
"No." I shook my head. "No, way."
"Yes, it is! This painting was revealed today, it is so you!"
"Look Madison, there is no way in hell a famous artist painted a picture of me." I protested.
"Well, there clearly is a possibility." She added.
"Wait, who even painted this?" I asked.
"Um I think it was Dolan, Grayson Dolan." She said.
I nodded my head. I've never heard of him.
"Who is he?" I questioned.
"A young prodigy painter. He's so hot." She turned her phone around so I could see.
Wow. He was breathtaking.
Something about him, was familiar to me. I felt like I have seen him before.
Yet, that was impossible because he was a celebrity and I was just a girl that lived in Florida.
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his muse- g.d
Fanfiction"Why in the hell did you paint me?" "Because you struck inspiration to flow through me." "I never gave you my consent!" "But you are my muse."