She watched from across the classroom as Bug complimented another artist on her work. She felt her heart grow bitter with jealousy. She adored the artists work, it was certainly inspirational. She admired her talent and fawned over her pieces often.
He didn't comment on the art she created. He dismissed it or made small jokes without any critique or compliments, so she never showed him her ugly art. She kept it all to herself.
If there's one thing she could grasp from the ashes of her firey jealousy was inspiration.
