• Skye
    As i sat in my box room obiediently, waiting for something to pass the time, i heard a gentle tapping on my door. My younger sister crawled in shly offering me a sketch pad and her worn out old crayons. Why would a 17 year old teen, who had been banished to her room use stubby ancient crayons? Still it was a nice thought. Gratefully, i thanked her, sighing miserably. But soon i found myself rummaging in my school bag for a pencil, then i set to work...

    Firstly, i sketched a tree and a nimble body structure hiding behind it. After minutes of erasing and perfecting the outline, i added hair and features. Long, curly hair cascading down the bodies back. I added shy eyes and a welcoming smile, a pointy ear and a nose. My pretty littly dryad started to take place. I saw a shy, lonely, little creature, wandering the forest and taking care of her tree. After a while more detail became visable, tree bark, leaves, clothes, scenery and foliage...
    I sighed and snapped the book shut. My poor little dryad screamed to be noticed, to be adored by everbody...

    3 years later

    "SKYEEE! Dooor!" Yelled my sister. Since 3 years have past, my art work has been recognised. It started of as my sister showing the postman my dryad, and he happened to have a friend who worked in a museum of art. Obviously, the postman took down details, and the next week, what do you know? Im famous. That was all because of my dryad drawing. Mum framed her and put it in display in our living room. Chances happen. Dreamz come true...


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