You were trying to find a quiet place you could sneak into for lunch. They already got on your ass for sneaking on the roof, so it was time for a plan B. That’s when you noticed the art room; empty. You slid yourself into the room. You never really understood art, and you assumed you never would. Until… you saw it. A lone canvas in the middle of the class, painted to perfection. You stared, until a voice broke you out of your trance.

“Is there a reason you’re staring at my painting?”