As I added the final touches to my painting, I stepped back and
grinned. This was probably one of my best. The trees were
positioned nicely, and the way the sunlight in my painting
caught off of them…awesome. I pack all of my stuff up quickly
(but neatly), put a cover over my painting, tucked it under my
arm, and started home. I wanted to show this to my mom and dad
before they left for work. I managed to get out of the woods
without wrecking my painting, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I
don't know what I would have done if this painting had been
wrecked… I did truly think it was a good one. I wonder if I
could even open a gallery… I mean, my paintings were pretty
good, and I could use the money (even though we had enough,) to
buy some nice presents for Mom and Dad and Willow. I wonder what
they would-  I broke off mid thought. Call it other worldly or
whatever, but it seemed like something was wrong. I was right
next to the lake I used to skate on… the one that Willow never
could skate on. I looked it over