Hazel

There was a girl named Hazel. She was like a bundle of fire and life. Of course she had her downs, but there was nothing that stopped her from doing what she loved- art.

She painted all day in the den of her house, and she painted all night. When she would have an idea she would quickly sketch it down whether it was on the table, a napkin or even her arm or mines. She never let anything stay in the way of her painting,even me.

But underneath the bubble and life of Hazel, there was a secret, a dark secret that changed Hazel, forever.

This is the story of Hazel.