Everyone around Kayla has always thought she was the rebellious child. No one dared to open their eyes wide enough to see the real reason.
Everything has been right infront of their eyes this whole time. But yet they chose to keep their eyes closed...
The only art my Dad ever wants to see is the ones I make in school. Not on a wall but on a canvas. Either way he probably wouldn't notice the work. I stopped showing him a long time ago. When all he ever saw was the bad in my talent.
"Kayla do you know how serious this is? Do you not care?"
I sigh, pulling the paint brush away from the canvas. I was currently in art and we were allowed to do whatever we wanted. But I couldn't seem to concentrate, I couldn't seem to paint anything on the canvas.
Yeah I liked doing art but with a spray can not a brush and as far as my family knows I'm only doing art with a brush.
There was still thirty minutes till class was over. Until it was lunch and the rest of the day would hopefully fly in so I could go back home.
I looked around the class noticing how focused everyone seemed to be on their art piece where mine is still a blank canvas.
"Kayla are you okay? You haven't seemed to started anything." I nearly jump out of my seat from fright. I hadn't noticed my teacher who was standing over my shoulder looking down on the blank canvas.
"I just don't know what to do?" I shrugged.
"Just have fun and let go. Let your hand guide you to utter bliss." Why do art teachers have to make everything weird and deep?
"Okay." I nod as I pick up a thick paint brush. I take a deep breath letting it out. Just let go.
First I dip the thick paint brush in a light blue doing small streaks across the page. Doing the same with a pink,purple,green and yellow until it looks like this colourful abyss of streaks on the page. I pick up a small tip paint brush dipping it in black. I paint a semi circle in the middle of the page. I dip the brush in white drawing an outline of a figure. Adding little touches with a fine line paint brush.
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Before I know it the bell has rang and I'm packing up all my stuff. I leave the canvas to the side so it can dry. It turned out better than expected.
I make my way over to the sink to wash my paint covered hands. Sometimes you get so into it you don't realise how mess it gets.
I grab my bag making my way towards the cafeteria where Gabby said she would meet me in the line. As I get there, I peek my head out to try see if I can spot the blonde headed girl.
Must not be here yet.
I take my money out of my bag counting up how much I have today. Seven dollars.
