M a y a
I looked at my painting one last time, smiling widely as it pleased me. I knew Mr. Jackson would love it, and the people of the art gallery hopefully would, too.
But what if they don't? What if they hate it? What if I ruined art for them forever because of my terrible artistry?
I shook the negative thoughts from my head, that almost made me scrap the painting and start over. I grabbed the painting to bring home.
I wasn't taking any chances.
I locked the art room behind me, and put Mr. Jackson's keys in the one pocket of my backpack left that has a working zipper. I started walking down the hall towards the doors, when a body collided with mine.
I sat up from the floor, groaning, preparing myself to start screaming at the person, but I couldn't find the words as the shock set in of who was in front me.
A/N
Hello.
It's uh been quite some time huh? 😂😂 Sorry, I've just been having some major writer's block, but I am determined to finish this book...
...
Eventually.
Sorry this is so short
P.S
Guesses on who Maya ran into?
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