I wasn't late, although a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach told me Xander was. I smiled to myself before pulling out my paintbrush set. Today was the day to paint. I walked over the window and opened the shade. The sun coming up over the mountains was beautiful, and I intended to recreate it to last forever. Or at least for a few more hours.

My paintbrush began to do gently strokes and the instructions on how to create a masterpiece instinctively filled my mind. This was part of my own little world. I stopped for a moment to open the window itself and then turn on my favorite song. Xander had written it for my 14th birthday. I'll treasure it forever.

Before I knew it, class was over. But the painting was finished. It looked exactly like the beauty I had seen. I grabbed my stuff and went to math. Inwardly, I groaned.

The End

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