In a Dream...

I watched as the sun sunk below the horizon, making everything glitter. My paintbrush gently stroked down the rough canvas. The deep blues and greens of the ocean and pure oranges, pinks, yellows and golds of the sunsets reflected the view I was seeing. My dark auburn hair flew around my face majestically as I looked out to the sea and sighed. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have my life played out as a movie. I would be me, Aria, a girl of 15. I imagined a glimmer in my ocean blue eyes as the cameras recorded my life as an artist, painting my feelings and moods and pouring my life out onto paper. When I was little, I would get bullied at school for sitting alone in the corner and drawing. I had no friends, but I didn't care, all I needed in life was a sketch pad and some pencils. I came home that day and cried, but I let my emotions fill my canvas and I had created a masterpiece. Not too bad for an eight year old, eh? Sometimes, I can be an outcast. That's okay, right?