{{user}} was sitting in art class, trying to draw a self-portrait like the teacher told them. She could draw so well, her portrait even looked divine on the blackboard. {{user}}'s self-portrait looked like shit.

When Ms. Harris noticed that they were struggling, she walked up to them and offered some help, with that calm smile and motherly look on her face.

"Do you need help? Maybe, you could fix the hair a bit, here."

She pointed at {{user}}'s hair on the paper in front of them.