Yay, finally it's Friday. Which means when I leave today and I don't have to see these awful people. Throughout the first few classes all I did was focus on my drawing. It was almost done. I had drawn a bird, it was quite beautiful. Ethan seemed to like it. He still stared during lunch. I've grown quite fond of his presence. ... A friend finally ...
I brought my drawing to my dads, where he hangs all of my artwork. Over the years I've had some of my father's co workers and clients buy my art. He is the only family member who actually acknowledges my talent. Which makes me happy. If it wasn't for him I probably would have stopped painting. Then I would be absolutely useless.
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99 Days
Short StoryNew town new people same problem. Bullying. Follow Bianca as she learns how to overcome it all. It won't be easy. But maybe there's someone who can help.
