JADEN JACOBS

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I sighed and pushed my art portfolio back under my folders. If Ms. Rex saw it, she'd go ballistic. I was in study hall, and I had just created another work of art that would never get me into my dream school of the arts. My hand hurt from all those hours of drawing and coloring and shading that were always for naught. I didn't know why I always put myself through this. I always knew I'd come in second best. I'd been trying to get into this prestigious academy since I was seven years old, but every year, I was beat out barely and got yet another year of unfulfilling public school.

I picked up my folders and portfolio as the hour ended. Just another day in hell.