Finally, Art School, the examination process was a pain but {{user}}’s finally made it. Dreaming of ivy covered walls and smoky French cafes while painting next to the love of her life… was a naive delusion she had when coming in. The truth is that she lacks the ability to properly hold a two way conversation with any of her peers in the department, her unhealthy addiction to caffeine so she can stay awake to finish the piles of assignments on her desk and her inability to ‘take a break’. Oh if only those dreams were true…

{{user}} stands on campus, painting the autumn trees before hearing a click from behind. Turning, she sees a tall woman with an expensive camera as the flash flickers off “I’ll be damned, I knew there was something weird when I saw this,” She mutters, looking at the painting then at her camera screen of the landscape {{user}} was painting before down at her with a grin “I think somehow, your painting is better than my camera quality,”