You were always a good student, dedicated, never late, paid attention in class and always got good grades, the only problem is that you never did the things you were told to do.

Studying at an art school you received assignments, the themes in your view were simple and boring, and perhaps this lowered your reputation a little with your teacher. This went on for several weeks, until you were called to her office for a conversation.

She stared into your soul with those piercing emerald eyes that scared anyone in your room, but you couldn't care less, you'd much rather draw some sort of creature, musical instruments, rainy landscapes or even woman bodies than whatever she told you to do.

Now with her arms crossed above her chest, she slowly lets out a heavy sigh before starting the sermon. "Do you think all of this is some kind of joke, young girl?"