The Paintbrush

  It all started with a single stroke of a paint brush. Snow sighed, "No, this isn't right. Why can't I get this painting right?" she looked at the mountainscape painting before her. She added paint here and some white there, but couldn't get it right. A tall girl with long curly deep grey hair, and navy blue eyes walked into the art classroom. "You need to add shading here and here." Stormy grabbed the paint brush out of her hand and added dark paint to the mountain scene. "Perfect" Stormy grabbed the wet painting and lifted it into the light. Alas the sudden movement rushed a classroom worth of dust into the air. "A-a-ACHOOO" the force of Stormy sneezing caused the painting to fly through the air and land face first on the ground. "No!" Snow rushed over to the painting she had spent hours working on. She tinderly lifted the canvas up to see the entire painting ruined by the the dark paint that was still wet. "Well that sucks." Stormy turned around and walked out of the room, leaving Snow behind to clean it up herself. Stormy Fog was her enemy, and Snow Fog had to do something about it. It also happened to be that Stormy was her sister.

Snow sat up on her bed, listening to the music Stormy was blasting in the next room over. With her friends around her."You have to do something Snow." Pine pointed out, Pine had long piney green hair that had a faint wave to it. Snow liked her hair better than her own, white long crazily wavy, hair. "Ya, you need to stand up for yourself." Kiwi appeared out of nowhere, brushing down her frizzy brown hair. Bubble pulled her bright blue hair up into her usual ponytail, "Like beating Stormy in the art competition" Snow looked at bubble like she could breath underwater. "Are you crazy? Stormy is. Stormy is crazy GOOD at art. If I had to beat her I would have to make her fail." They all laughed, Snow was the good girl of the grade. She rarely does things wrong. Then she got an idea, "What if we gave her one of my old paint brushes." Her friends looked at each other then at her confused. "The pain Brushes? The ones where the bristles fall out?" It took a minute for the words to sink in. Bubbles confused look slowly transformed into a wicked smile. "And when she does her painting for the competition the bristles will fall out in the paint, causing it to be blotchy and she'll lose the competition!" All her friends were smiling now. The music next door stopped as if Stormy was listening and Stormy shouted "Pizzas here!" The next think you know they're all down stairs chowing down on pizza.

Snow carefully chose the paint brush that looked the least used, she had to get her project done soon because her sister was about to start painting. She put a neat ribbon on it and looked it over one last time. Once she was done on her inspection she called Stormy's name and headed downstairs to the art studio where they were setting up the equipment. "What Snow we're kinda busy setting up for making our paintings." Stormy was wearing her hair in a neat ponytail and her black apron with an annoyed look on her face. "I just wanted to give this to you" She held out the disguised Pain brush and hoped her sister didn't recognize it. "Thanks, this brush will be perfect for the painting details" Snow sighed with relief. "Oh and I made this for you" she held out a mountain-scape painting before her with her signature on it."But how? It was ruined by the dark paint" Snow looked at her questionably. Stormy sighed "I'm sorry about the painting, I used an old art trick I learned in my first art class to fix it." Snow though back to that class in 7th grade."But I was there with you in that class Mrs. Opal never taught that." Stormy looked at her embarrassed "She only taught me that because I was messing up so much" Snow was shocked, she thought her sister had always been perfect at art. After Stormy admitted that she spun around and sat down at the easel. Snow didn't know what to do. She knew Stormy would use the paintbrush in a couple hours for the details, so she had some time to decide. As the hours pass by Snows canvas remained blank and she peeked over to her sisters canvas and saw a family portrait. It was in black and white with neutral grays for the details. This caused Snow's hair to pop from the painting, but Stormy's to blend in. "Wow"she whispered to herself, "Maybe I was wrong about Stormy." At the mention of her name Stormy turned around. Smiling she asked a single question. "Do you like it?"

Snow's world flipped, her sister, the queen of art class, wanted her advice. "I love it" Snow stepped off her stool and over to her sisters painting. Stormy picked up the Pain brush and was about to stick it in the paint, but Snow slapped it out of her hand. "Hey! What was that for?" Stormy walked over the hardwood floor and bent down to pick it up. "I saw a spider on it" Snow lied, Stormy stopped her hand fast and looked at her. "I didn't see one" Snow didn't know what to say to that and said what popped into mind, "Well I did" and grabbed the Brush off the ground. She then ran up the stairs and slammed her bedroom door with a bang. Snow frantically dug through her paint brushes to find the replica of the pain brush as her sister knocked on the door to get the paintbrush back. Finally she found the other paintbrush that the bristles didn't fall out. She switch the two and put the ribbon back on the brush. She slowly opened the door to an outraged Stormy. "Why did you take my paint brush Snow? I was almost finished." Stormy raged as she marched into the room, "You could have just ask-" Snow couldn't keep it from her sister any longer and interrupted her. "It was a bad paintbrush" Her sister stopped walking, "What did you say?" Snow looked at the floor guiltily, "I gave you one of my old Pain Brushes, because I was mad at you for ruining my painting." Stormy looked at her guiltily "I did that on purpose, I was jealous of how good it looked I am so, so sorry. I left because I felt bad about what I did and was about to cry." Snow walked over and hugged her sister and then handed her the real paintbrush. "Here, this is the real paintbrush I was going to give you." After the hug was ended and they headed downstairs to the studio. Snow sat down at the easel inspired. She grabbed a small brush and started to paint.