The Day I Met My Bestfriend

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Turning my face to a nearby window, I began to watch the dance performed by the raindrops. I took a momentary distraction from this image by picking back up my 4B charcoal pencil and skilfully tracing over a faint pattern. I put my pencil aside and spotted the weather outside. I was sorry for the people outdoor who were not allowed inside, regarding , once, I was stuck external, too. I had only very recently found comfort in this classroom ; in this comforting place I call my refuge. Thanks to my obstinacy and determination, I had deserved my place in an art class, after all. I had achieved my asylum by many fights; I had lost many battles, but I won the war. I no longer regret my decision on moving school, as I did for a too long time.…show more content…
Only one over-extended word echoed my misery through my head: “No”. I didn’t realise that the tears I fought a battle against a moment ago were already dripping down my face. I was stunned beyond description, as if somebody set an iron chokehold on my neck, making me suffocate. A soothing, shaking hand of my mum shook me out of a nightmare that turned out to be reality. I glanced at her but she was already confronting one of the principle teachers: “Are you sure nothing can be done? Art is her whole world!” I didn’t want to hear the rhetorical reply, but my remaining leftovers of hope forbade me to cover my ears, incase the smallest hint of promise was there. “I am terribly sorry, but we cannot break the rules set by the S.Q.A. I am afraid your daughter will have to stay with P.E, despite her apparent detest for it. She could always try for a place in the art department in two years, if she is still so eager.” This last statement destroyed my world, nothing matter anymore if my life ambition was marked impossible. But I would not give up that easily! I spent the summer holidays planning my strategy. My plan was to do everything in my power t ‘deserve’ a place in the art department, making the horrible place , a bit less vile, than it already was. The loathe I felt for the very sight of
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