On the Other Wall


One of the workers

Took my painting

And put it on the wall.

She stepped back to look at me.

I am the girl with a pearl earring or Victoria. 

Once the worker leaves,

 I take a look around.

And then someone in another painting waves at me,

She looks to be about my age.

She has dark skin, dark eyes, and a warming smile.

I wave back,

Then she disappears from her painting,

A few seconds later she pops into my painting.

“Hi, my name’s Maddy welcome to The Louis art museum.” 

I don’t say anything.

I am shocked,

Every place I have been to no ones ever talked to me. 

I think it will be nice to have a friend.

On the other wall 
  
 
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Estelle

VT

16 years old

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