The sun shone throughout the windows filling the school, its golden rays bleeding throughout the glass and right within his eyes. Paint brushes, paint itself, and canvases decorate the Art room, his body slightly leaned forward on the stool beneath him. He's seated in his favorite place, his hands covered in different colors, humming a song to himself. Until his peaceful silence is broken, a knock echoes, his gaze drifting towards the heavy piece of wood, a smile upon his lips. Come in!
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