Nanamisan666

“Krista!” “Krista Parks!” “Here!” I say, looking up from the doodle I sketched on a piece of lined paper.                Since I was little, I always knew what I wanted to be when I grow up; an artist. The colors of cranes, paints, and colored pencils have always fascinated me. Nature’s beauty was something that has always captured my attention.                 The ring of the bell, indicated that the long lecture was over, as the people from the ages of 18 to 27 hustled out of their chairs. “Hey Krista!” A student called from a head. “Want to grab a drink later today!?”