Tell Them I'm Trapped in an Oil Painting
FINALLY!
She couldn't help the little squeal that left her lips once the cover was removed. The twelve year old blonde smiled and waved at the boy. He was cute, but she remembered she was there for a purpose and she nodded as the professor said about her talent. Yes, someone was actually liking what she could do for once. Most just hated it and told her to leave. She was even put in the dusty dark storage room because of it.
For now she would stand quietly watching.
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