Jenny sat with her head between her knees, fighting back tears.
“The last one,” she’d overheard Mr. Hawkins say. Last? How? After countless hours of pouring her heart and soul …
The sound of a flushing toilet jolted her. She needed to hurry, or she’d be late for history.
Wincing at her red-rimmed reflection, Jenny composed herself and stepped out.
Oh no, Miss Laurence. She couldn’t bear the sympathetic looks now.
Unfortunately, Miss Laurence was striding towards her with a wide smile. “I shouldn’t say, but Mr. Hawkins said your painting was the best despite being the last submission. Well done!”
“The last one,” she’d overheard Mr. Hawkins say. Last? How? After countless hours of pouring her heart and soul …
The sound of a flushing toilet jolted her. She needed to hurry, or she’d be late for history.
Wincing at her red-rimmed reflection, Jenny composed herself and stepped out.
Oh no, Miss Laurence. She couldn’t bear the sympathetic looks now.
Unfortunately, Miss Laurence was striding towards her with a wide smile. “I shouldn’t say, but Mr. Hawkins said your painting was the best despite being the last submission. Well done!”
