
The girl pondered to herself for the last time on that silent night, "I should be a grown girl from now on." Say it to yourself. Jill sits in the middle of a complete painting media circle and her canvas lined around her body, ten blank canvases that will accompany her tonight. The lighting in his room was enough to help him paint, although he actually preferred sunlight when painting. Pencils and watercolors he had prepared first, only to clear his mind to get better results from his expedition.
The graffiti from his brush made him smile for himself, about all the trips he had passed in his teenage years. His mind thought of pleasant things, "Only a painting." Saying himself. Jill recalled the people in her life, and the men who came and went in her story.
Time will never stop, some canvases have been filled with his paintings. Even though it was almost midnight, he continued his activities. Because his heart was eager to pour his joy into a work he created. "Yeah I'm Jill the pirate, I'm great." He continued to speak as his hand continued to move his golden paintbrush. "A great man certainly has an opponent... Peter Pan fought Captain Hook, and then the pirates fought what???" Everything he said was accompanied by his smile. "Of course, monsters, pirates always fight monsters, like in the movies."
"Jill? Have you not slept?" His father knocked on the door. "I'm painting, almost done." The answer surprised Jeff. "What did you do that for? Get some sleep, you're going to school tomorrow." Pinta. "All right, I'm going to sleep, good night, Dad."
The girl lied to her father because at three o'clock in the morning the girl had just finished her evening activities. The ten paintings of his creation made him exhausted, but his feeling felt peaceful after finishing it. "Great!" His screams in the heart. Before closing her eyes for a few hours, Jill sent a text message to her best friend Anne to prepare to see what she would bring to school today.
Monday morning it was seen many people at his school, a social service community that raised funds at the school gate. Cheerleader girls were seen showing off their lavish donations, teachers lined up to observe the charity in the schoolyard. "He's coming, let's help him." Anne and Miles approach Jeff's parked car. "You're finally coming." Anne immediately pulled out the paintings covered in white cloth from the trunk of her best friend's car. While Jill gave a smile to Miles who also helped her, "I want to see all this Jill." "Later you'll see it when the show starts." His eyes were looking for Thompson's whereabouts.
At the end of the event all items that belong to the patients were displayed in line to be shown as evidence of the giving of the participants. It was then that his paintings were seen by everyone, and made him proud of himself.
"That's Jill's, it's really cool." "Yeah he's great." Derek. "If I could just buy it." His friends were very interested in seeing the paintings, but there was something that made him feel embarrassing, "Hey, look, here your name is written." Harry told Max. On the left side of a painting of a sharp-toothed monster is the inscription of his name, "Maxime Goodman!" Ben laughed at him. "Jeez, Jill's such a shame." Anne said to him. Each painting he made was a picture of a monster that has different characteristics and the name listed by him. "Jill, there's a monster painting that says my name, what does that mean?" Confused Thompson. Miles who was lamenting one painting realized that his own name was written there, he turned to Jill with a smile.
Just like Alex who felt shocked and confused by the painting of a monster that has many eyes inscribed his name.
Erick came up to him, "Jill you wrote my name on one of those hairy monsters there." His word. "What's wrong, Erick, it's just a sign." Mumbled Jill. "The monster's hairy, 'cause you're so ridiculous to him." Anne made Erick hate him even more. "I hate you Anne."