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Inspired by passion

My brush moved across the blank canvas; swiping and moving swiftly as an image slowly started to appear. I was free, free from everything that disturbed me, free from stress; painting was my happy place. That was before a ringing noise had startled me, taking me out of my Zen mood. I looked to see what it was, a call from my stepmother.

"Hello sweetie, I was just wondering if you could go and get the groceries for me. Thank you sweetie!" I heard my mother say quickly, shortly hanging up after; meaning that I could not refuse.

My sickly sweet stepmother that asked me of everything, she was as fake as a plastic Barbie. She always boasted about herself; she didn't care for my passion, only the fame that I could bring. She sold my art for money without my consent, she ruined my supplies when I didn't agree and she always claimed my art was hers. I always told her to back away but she would tell me my art was nothing when I wouldn't allow her to see it; she broke my passion.

I walked outside, the cool breeze brushing against my face as I walked carelessly towards the market. Holding a grocery list in my hand; I went to buy all the groceries when a sparkly pale periwinkle blue handled paintbrush caught my eye. I tried to resist the urge of buying it but I just couldn't resist, grabbing it and putting it my basket. I bought everything and started to walk home, the cool breeze had become colder than before.

I had arrived home, setting my groceries down and grabbing the magical paintbrush, I started to paint an image of somewhere far away. I closed my eyes and started to imagine a beautiful field of flowers and a gorgeous view over a bright blue ocean. Moving my hands with the brush gripped softly in my hand, the sweet aroma that I could smell; I felt so relaxed and content. I had finally opened my eyes, finding myself in that exact field I had imagined;