Emily P.O.V

"But why, Mr. Nurse is the best we could hire!" Mr. Zach exclaimed.

I stood there with my mouth hanging open, which actually wasn't my choice since my bedazzled tongue probably weighed like, 20 pounds.

"Well, I actually think that the new tongue fits you. Maybe we should base your creepypasta after it."

"Wait what? No way!"

"Yes, yes way. Oh come on, your going to have to turn someday." He said persuasively.

"Yah well not today, bye Mr. Zach." I called.

I ran to my locker. It was time for art class, my least favorite class. It's mainly because I suck at it. The last time I drew a tree, my teacher thought it was a pencil.

I walked in art, and I surprisingly found Mr. Helen standing there with a paint brush.

"Ah, Mrs Remo? Late again? You would probably have two tardy marks by now but, lucky you, it's the first day so you are getting a free bee. Please take a seat.

"Ok, today class, I have set a bowl over here on this counter.Paint what you see."

"Uh, a bowl on a counter?" I replied.

"Ah, thats the point Mrs Remo, look beyond the bowl, or the counter. Perhaps whats in the bowl, or on the counter next to the bowl. What color is the bowl, what size? Use your imagination." He explained.

"Oh, I get it! So the counter is a child, and the bowl is the childs backpack!" I said excitedly, trying to understand.

"Ok, don't use that much imagination." Mr Helen replied.

I kept looking at the tan colored empty bowl sitting in the middle of a grey countertop. I can't believe he expects us to create an amazing interesting painting out of something so boring. I stared at it for maybe another hour and a half, when finally, I realized that maybe there could be beautiful orange, reddish, colored mangos in that bowl. And maybe the counter could be a kitchen table. I started painting excitedly.

A.n

Hi guys! Sorry I haven't wrote in a long time, Its just hard with school starting. Thanks for reading, please comment! -Kaykay