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you hummed a familiar tune from a song you once heard on the radio, your hand painting across the canvas. a few gentle brushstrokes and paint splatters later, and you had finished the assignment in art class. michael and fredrick were luckily in the same class that day with you, so you could atleast feel at peace knowing you weren't alone.
you didn't dislike painting, but you prefered drawing better. from time to time you peeked at what fred and mike were doing. doing so, you sort of found out that michael is actually really good at painting. fredrick.. maybe not so much. but so were most of the people in the class anyway.
the assignment was to paint a feeling you chose, describing it in your own way. you chose to paint rather than an emotion, what numbness felt like. which your teacher seemed to appreciate, the creativity put into it.
you didn't know what emotions the others painted since nobody had it written, though fredrick did happiness from what you could tell and michael sadness. even though his almost appeared angry, maybe it was frustration or stress.
fred painted a hill with flowers and a mountain in the distance, bob ross style. michael really expressed himself in his painting. with a silhouette cradling it's head, in a fetus position, other faces crying and screaming. you almost worried for him, if he was alright.
then, as homework you had to paint what home felt to you. as in, a person, a place, a feeling, anything.
you really appreciated how your teacher cared to include these topics into painting as a spiritual journey. some teachers just tell ya to copy some famous painter's painting.
you wanted to associate home as where or when you feel most comfortable. that's what meant home to you. but what would you paint?
the first instinct is to paint your literal home. or perhaps your family. however it just didn't really click for you. it felt like there was a clear answer, and yet you couldn't understand which it was..
then, you thought of the hill. where you went and played with charlie when she was little, dad took you there a lot when you were little too. and when you hung out with your friends, and with michael..
it was decided, you'd paint the hill.
you didn't know if you should paint the hill as it was or with some silhouettes. as in your family and friends.
