âArtists have a different way of looking at the world.â
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She straightened up on her seat and glanced around the room. Her eyes landing on a particular person before her. His hunched back facing her.
The sketchiest boy in school.
He seemed to be staring out the window at some swaying tree branches and the small droplets of rain falling upon the earth's surface.
And like always, he took out his notepad and opened it on a new blank paper. As he stared out the window, his fingers wrapped delicately around his pencil.
After a moment of analyzing, he looked down at his notepad and started to sketch. His hand moved over the paper gently.
Why would he draw that sight? She thought as she took glances at the boy and his sketch.
"Mikaela," the teacher called for her to give him her finished test. She stood up and gave it to him, then went back and sat down on her desk.
After a few more names, the teacher called the last one on the register list.
"Aaron."
The boy let out a quiet sigh, standing up and taking his test. He walked to the elderly man and gave him his test, going back to his desk and sat down.
He took his pencil again, proceeding to draw.
The sketch ended up being a beautiful grey bird on a branch. The droplets of water falling upon the grass and flowers. A part of the grass and the tree was colored as the other was shaded grey and black with the pencil.
It looked so realistic.
So beautiful.
At the upper left corner of the paper, a quote was written.
âThe heavens cry,
to make Earth
a happier place.â
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