Days passed. Mat hadn't said anything to May. May wanted to say something but she didn't have the guts to.
On a bright Monday in February, they had an assembly in the morning. A strange man stood on the stage in the auditorium. His pale face and blonde hair was perfect. His deep maroon coat sat on his shoulders perfectly. He was almost like a work of art.
"Good morning students!" He began as everyone quickly shut up, "I'm Mr. Christopher Sleer. I'm an art director from a California high school. My school board and I have made plans with high school across the country to have an annual art contest for high school artists."
May started to smile.
"The top prize is two thousand dollars and a full scholarship to an art collage of the winner's choice. Your principal and I have picked one lucky student to participate in this contest. Drum role please!"
The snare drums rolled, wait snare drums?
"May Parks!" Hands started clapping. May's mouth dropped. She was stunned. How, out of all five hundred some teenagers at her school, could May be picked?
"May? Wheres May? Come on up here!"
May slowly walked up the aisle; back stage; out on the stage and stood there, blinded by the spot light.
"Here is your ticket to California! Your flight leaves Monday at three." Mr. Sleer explained to May and held out a white slip of paper.
Monday? Thats in a week! May thought.
At least she could miss school.
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Monday came. Her bags were packed, her parents agreed, and now she was on her way to the airport. Mr. Sleer came to her house and explained everything. She would be in California for a month and a half. The contest would last that long and would be telivised for all of America.
"We are so proud of you, May! We love you so much!" May's father said as he hugged her good bye in her gate.
"Love yas' too!" She said her last good byes and she turned and walked to the seats were she would wait for her plane. She had two suit cases, one for clothes, one for art suppiles. Her sexond suit case was filled with paint brushes, paints, pencils, colored pencils, erasers, paper, notebooks, sketch pads, and a lot more.
Her only carry on was a sketch pad and pencils, and of course her phone. She had texted Mat bye, but he didn't respond.
"Flight two fifty-three now boarding. Flight two fifty-three now boarding." She crabbed her things and headed down the terminal.
She boarded the plane and found her seat. She was starting to feel a little sick as the plane started to take off. This is really happening. She thought. This is really happening.
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What She Wanted
AléatoireMay Parks, a beautiful young lady who loves to paint. Her passion for art started at a very young age and she has been painting every since. She has become a very good artist. When she was choosen, out of all the highschoolers in her school, to go t...
