"Are you ready?" Collin asked me, holding his completed painting in his hands.
He'd been given an extension on his Childhood Dreams piece in art, seeing as though he'd missed a few days after getting sick on chemo.
I nodded, eagerly.
He flipped his painting around to me. He was just about as good of an artist as me, but we managed to figure each other's artwork out. He'd painted the sky, and in it was what resembled an airplane with a little guy inside.
"A pilot?" I asked.
He nodded.
"That's so cute."
"I thought it was a hot dog," Clarkson commented.
"Well, you can't really comment," I said, without looking at him.
"Because even Ms. Jacobs thought your childhood dream was to be Baymax from Big Hero 6."
Collin chuckled right as the bell rang, signaling for class
