My hands trembled as I clutched the page, a big triumphant grin on my flawless face. Looking down, I re-read it for the thousandth time.
Scholarships for Artists today! Two lucky students will be selected. Send in a piece of your artwork and we will select who is worth of this 50,000 dollar scholarship! On top of this, you will get art lessons, with our very own Mevia Orto! Contact below!
Below it was the address. Basically, with that kind of money, I could get into the greatest school ever. I sighed happily, closing my eyes, picturing me happily painting. Too bad, I couldn't draw. At all. My grades sucked, and I couldn't even draw stick figures. So how was I supposed to do this?
Well. There was the problem. Maybe I just couldn't do this..
Suddenly, an idea came to me. Frantically, I jerk the bag off of my shoulder, zipping it open at the speed of light. Looking inside at the bottom of my bag, a huge smile finds itself across my face. The small crumpled piece of paper appeared to be nothing to the common eye. But once it was opened?
A flawless peacock took the page, drawn with some sort of coal. It looked like it had taken hours to make, and there was fire sprouting from its raised wings. The only problem? The paper was crumpled. Shit. Didn't they require some kind of degree of neatness for this shit? I tried flattening it out, over and over again.
I tried remembering where it came from. I was walking through the break yard last week.... When I saw this crumpled piece of paper on the ground. I picked it up, because someone had just littered it like that. Out of habit, I opened it up to see the peacock. Then I'd just stuffed it in my purse, because why not? It was pretty, too pretty to be dropped on the ground so carelessly. And to be fair I had intended on going to the art teacher in hopes of giving it back to its rightful owner. Besides, if they purposely threw it down, then what's wrong with using it? Another man's trash is another man's treasure!
Quickly, I dug out my literature notebook and scribbled the address of submission down on a blank page with an ink pen I had in my jacket pocket. I breathed out slowly, turning away from the poster just as the 6th block bell rang. I had no time to think it through, there was no turning back. I had to do this. I smiled as I walked down the hallway.. But at the poster stood a blue eyed boy with paint splatter on his hands, and a determined look on his face. I didn't see him, but that didn't matter because I would soon..
