(STORY HAS BEEN DISCONTINUED! BUT PLEASE STILL READ) Lindsey lives with her older brother. Her father is in the navy and is overseas, which means that Daniel has to take care of his sister. Lindsey is special, she was born with powers and she has ne...
I was in art class with Phoebe. She was sculpting something while I was drawing some beautiful roses. I love Art, it's something I'm extremely passionate about and I'm really good at it.
The roses I were drawing were turning out to be amazing.
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Phoebe's sculpture, on the other hand, looked like it was made by a five-year-old. I have no idea what she was making.
Sarah suddenly ran over to us with a painting in her hands.
"Phoebe! What do you think of my painting of, Max?" Sarah asked us and she showed us her painting. It was Max in a Toga.
"Clearly, you've never seen Max in a Toga," Phoebe told Sarah, making me chuckle.
"I have up here," Sarah mentioned, tapping her head.
"Looks good, Sarah." I complimented Sarah and she sent me a glare.
"Nobody asked you." She snapped and walked away.
I was taken back by her sudden attitude change and looked at Phoebe who was confused by Sarah's painting still.
"Why did she snap at me like that?" I asked Phoebe with amusement.
"She thinks you have a crush on Max," Phoebe informed me and I scoffed.
"Ha, no." My cheeks felt warm for a few moments but it faded quickly. "I don't like your brother."
"Good, I don't want one of my best friends dating my brother," Phoebe said with relief.
"Don't worry about a thing," I assured her and focused on my drawing.
I saw Max walk in without our teacher noticing and sat down beside Phoebe and in front of me.
I rolled my eyes. "Late again?"
Phoebe noticed her brother and rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, I have this thing where-- I don't care," Max told me and I couldn't argue with that. That's Max for ya.
"Ahh, Max! I meant to ask you which one of your masterpieces would you like to donate to tomorrow's school art auction?" Ms. Madsen asked Max and he went up to her. I turned to the wall of Max's Masterpieces and was amazed by his talent.
How come Max can paint and Phoebe can't?
"Gosh, I don't know Ms. Madsen. There's just so many to choose from." Max sighed, thinking.
"So many to choose from." Phoebe mocked her brother, making me snicker.
"Maybe, I'll make a new one," Max suggested.
"Well, whatever it is Max I'm sure it will bring in a lot of money for the school." Ms. Madsen told Max. "Phoebe! When are you gonna start your project?"
