"Don't count your chickens before they hatch Callum"
She grimaced
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Hailey's POV
Sometimes I lie awake at night, wondering why I picked such a tough field to work in. Artist's have a very underrated career I feel. I may just be saying that considering I'm an artist. Art was something that peaked my interest when I was young. Our family owned a craft store, so I was always in stock of paint and brushes. This may come as a shock, but I enjoyed the fast pace of GCSE art. It helped me realise what I was in for, and I was ready for it. As an 18 year old women, I'm ready for this job to become my life.
"Right, come on come on come on"
My mother echoed through the hall. I was currently in a rush, I was about 5 minutes late for a local art competition I've been competing in for about 6 years.
"Hurry up love, we're already late"
"I know, I'm bloody coming"
I frustratedly exclaimed. I stomped down the stairs , holding onto my hopefully, 'prize winning' art pieces. I was wearing one of my new summer dresses my mother bought me, she told me I 'needed to look nice, you look nice, you score big'.
"Okay, I'm ready, let's head out and win a competition"
We both cheered and exited our cottage. We drove for around 10 minutes, until we arrived at the town hall. We Usain bolted out of the car and busted through the double doors. A few people stopped and stared. However, they quickly returned there gaze back to whatever piece they were previously looking at. I speed walk over to my stand and set up all my paintings. My style is realistic. I paint people and things that mean something to me.
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Miniminter, Calfreezy, Wroetoshaw and Willne imagines
RomanceLol, enjoy these. Edit (months after beginning this 'book'): The first few imagines I think are quite cringe, but they do improve as you continue reading. Well I hope anyway 🤙🤙 That's all for now. Bye-bye 🤙💛Xx