It was about an hour into the plane ride now. May was really starting to get pissed off at the old man next to her. He would not stop snoring. Everysince they left the airport he has been sleeping. Aaaahhh Shooooooee in her ear for an hour. Ugh.
When she got to California, she got off the plane and met Mr. Sleer. "How was your flight, May?" he asked in a singsong voice.
"Good." she lied.
"Wonderful! Come with me and we can get you situated in your room. Are these your bags?" He picked up May's bags.
May nodded. She followed him to a limo. "A limo?" She asked.
"Only the best for our young artists! Your hotel is located in Los Angeles, the competition will be held at a nearby school. A limo will be there to pick you up in the morning. You'll be there for four hours then you get two hours for lunch and to explore the city," he went on, "after that, you'll come back here for judging. Then you'll be free to do what ever you want!"
"Wow, cool." May explained. She was really excited, but didn't want to show it. She followed the master piece, Mr. Sleer, to the limo ans hopped in.
"May, I am really excited to see what your going to create. Your principal, Mr. Browns, right?"
"Yep."
"Yes, he showed me some of your work, from art class. Your are very good! I knew as soon as I saw that surreal shoe you did, that fairy tale one where Rapunzel's tower wase the heel, that ypu were the teen from that school."
"Thanks." May said. She was flattered. Mr. Sleer was very polite, especially when it came to describing her art. He actually liked her work.
He actually cared.
Being here could give her a whole new beginning.
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What She Wanted
RandomMay 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...
