It was art class, and everyone was occupied with their assigned projects…
It was art class, and everyone was occupied with their assigned projects. Lila was concentrating on her brushstrokes, trying to blend the perfect sunset. Her canvas glimmered with specks of yellow, and purple, and she carefully added sketches of trees to complete the scene.
When Mr Carter, the art teacher, paused by her desk, he analysed the painting and grinned. “That’s quite a masterpiece, Lila!” he said. His words surprised her; but she didn’t dare to ask if he actually meant it.
When Mr Carter, the art teacher, paused by her desk, he analysed the painting and grinned. “That’s quite a masterpiece, Lila!” he said. His words surprised her; but she didn’t dare to ask if he actually meant it.
When Mr Carter, the art teacher, paused by her desk, he analysed the painting and grinned. “That’s quite a masterpiece, Lila!” he said. His words surprised her; but she didn’t dare to ask if he actually meant it.
Deep down, Lila felt a quiet joy. She had followed her instincts, painted from the heart, and somehow, that had been enough. Maybe being herself truly mattered after all.
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