SERAPHINA’S POV
In the blink of an eye, it’s already Tuesday and the events of Saturday seem to have passed over my head like a fading dream, and once again, I’m thrown deep into school work.
The funds have already been submitted to the Administrator’s secretary, and all thoughts about the election wash to the back of my mind until the next event.
Now, presently, in the middle of Art class, I let myself get absorbed into my latest artwork, dipping my paint brush into the palette and making never-ending strokes in corners that call out to me.
At the beginning, I'm not quite sure what I'm creating. It takes about 20 minutes of painting in the vivid red eyes before I realize what it truly is.
The Wolf from my vision
No matter how hard I try to put it behind me, pass it off as just a ran
