From Mess to Masterpiece
Illustration by Christina Brown
I just wanted it to look magical! I throw my paintbrush in anger. Blue paint spots fly through the air and onto the carpet. I know the stains will make Mom mad, but I don’t care. I just can’t get this painting right, no matter what I do. Nothing is working!
I stomp off to my room and slam the door. Tears roll down my cheeks in a flood. Why am I crying about a dumb painting? I know it’s not a big deal, but I am just so mad! I have a picture in my head of what it should look like. I know what I want it to be. But as hard as I try, I just can’t get it right!
I hear a knock on my door, and cry harder. I just know it’s Mom, coming to yell at me for spilling paint everywhere. Why am I such a mess?
“Rory? I saw the paint in the family room. Want to tell me what happened?” Mom asks, sitting on the bed next to me.
I turn away. “No.”
“Are you sure? I saw the paintbrush you threw.”
I shake my head.
“Well, in that case, you can get to work cleaning the paint out of the carpet. Let me know if you want to talk,” Mom says, putting the carpet cleaner and a rag by my feet.
Once she leaves, I sigh and grab the cleaner. I hate painting. I’m never going to paint again. I’m scrubbing angrily at the carpet when my older brother, Kyle, walks in. He’s a real artist, and a good one, too. He’s gotten awards at school art shows and everything.
“What’s this?” he asks, pointing to my painting. I keep my eyes on the carpet.
“Tried painting watercolor on a canvas again, huh, Rory?”