Dear readers,
Hello, I am Katherine and I am the author of this book, I wanted to give a reminder that copying isn't okay. If you copy one of my books, there will be consequences. So please be kind and don't copy my work and try to make it as your own. This is purely my imagination and if it reminds you a real life event, that is pure coincidence.
Lastly, thank you for choosing to read my book. I hope you can vote and tell me what you think in the comments.
Sincerely, Katherine
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Andrea
As I and Lynn stare that my paint, we turn our head in the other direction to see what it could mean.
"Maybe it is about darkness?", she suggested.
"Yeah let's go with that for now", I agreed because we have been staring at it for hours and my feet hurt.
"What are you guys up to?", her brother said, leaning on the door to my art room.
"Nothing and why are you here you're supposed to help pack?", I ordered him, blocking the view of my painting. He always tries to find out what I painted like don't you have the first look when we present it at the shop.
"Fine, I will go back to helping, but is that going or not?", he proposed pointing to the canvas behind us.
"No, it is not going but," I spoke looking for a landscape to take. "This one is, here", giving the painting to him and telling him to leave. He leaves the room, making certain I heard his footsteps echo in the hallway.
"Whew that was a close one, let me keep it to create something out of it,", I added, thinking what I could produce out of it.
"Yeah, you do that and make assured it is ready by next week because aren't you going to visit your family that day?", she told me while carrying the box of paints that move to my shop.
Nodding, I stare at my painting again, admiring what it means because all my paintings have meanings. Every one of them holds an emotion I feel when you glance at it, so what can this be. Sighing, I put the cover on it and trickle to the door. Muttering if he is there trying to scare me in the hallway, he is getting a for a particular worse fate.
To my surprise he is there well I gave him a chance now here comes the punishment. I walk to the door making certain I step on the quiet wood, picking up a stooge spider. I pop out and throw it on him, it crawls up his arm, and he shrieks bloody murder. Did I say it was a dupe spider, well, it is an advanced toy spider I made myself?
His screams dial down, he gives me a glare knowing that a war has begun.
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