in front of my house, we painted big stripes of colors across the pavement. Sweat poured down our backs as the sun glared down upon us. Stripe by stripe, our colors flourished into a beautiful rainbow. We smiled as looked at our art. It was magnificent! Stephanie jumped up in excitement and pulled me up. We laughed and danced around our piece of art for hours, celebrating our newborn fame and soon-to-come fortunes. The sun was starting to fade and our excitement had been jaded by our tiredness. We sat on the sidewalk in silence. I saw a car in the distance and jumped up as I recognized the car. It was my mother. I couldn’t wait to show her my masterpiece. That is when the paint hit the fan. The car pulled slowly into the driveway and from the look on my mother’s face, I could tell that I was in deep trouble. I looked over at Stephanie and saw that she, too, recognized that look.” Well…uh..I got to go now Kristyn, but..uh.. call me later.” Stephanie yelled as she ran towards her house. My mother slammed the car door shut and walked towards me. Her eyes glaring she yelled,” What in the world were you thinking? I understood when you made forts out of leaves, and climbed the neighbors’ trees, but this! Come inside right now!” I stood there glaring back at her for a minute, angry because she had insulted my art. This had been my greatest achievement in my whole eight years! Although I was mad, I quietly followed her into the house. She headed straight for the kitchen and I continued to follow her. I know I held my breath for at least two minutes without realizing it. She reached beneath the sink and handed me some Comet and a scrub brush. “Now go clean it up! It looks like a bunch of heathens live here.” I slowly walked towards the door, but before I did, I saw her reach for the phone. “Hold on a minute, Kristyn.” she said. I listened to her...
