Chapter 13

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Evena sat at the back of the class in Art. It was where she could get the best view for inspiration. And plus, she sat next to a large window that over looked the school's mini forest. Her pencil was positioned above her extra thick paper. She thought about all the different types of fairies she could draw. Her whole sketch book was filled with fairies. Her private sketch book. A figure started forming in her head and Evena took the opportunity for it to be on the paper. She started with the guidelines, then the dress, the smooth curves and then the hair. 

Evena got up and hunted down the paints. The teacher, Mrs Acrylic (She loved acrylic paints, funny coincidence) smiled at her. Evena got back and with the finest brush, brought the picture to life:

 Evena got back and with the finest brush, brought the picture to life:

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Every line was perfect, defined and detailed. The hair had the right shade and the wings had the perfect tone. Evena looked back and felt a pang of jealousy at the beautiful creature. "It takes a lot of talent to bring a picture to life, like that," Mrs Acrylic nodded approvingly before scribbling her signature and an A+ at the top corner. Pride rushed through Evena.

Evena's emotions were on the paper. Mixed and matched. She cautiously picked up the art and hung it on the ropes to dry. Mrs Acrylic took it off and put it in a plastic sheet and put it up near the window. "Can you draw anything other than a fairy? Grow up," a voice called from behind. Evena's pride dissolved, but she was used to it. "Can you draw anything else than such a simple flower?" Evena said back without turning around. She heard a huff and the clomp of heels as the girls left. 

Her picture was perfect. And so was the fairy. But Evena wasn't.   

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