Leslie's face was downright ugly.
She really thought today would be the day Leslie embarrassed herself, but turns out... not quite.
Mr. Langdon was totally hyped - her painting? Amazing. It hit the theme right on the nose.
Good art doesn't need words; it speaks for itself. And Leslie's piece? Loud and clear.
The whole vibe was dark, unsettling even. Black dominated the canvas. A woman, looking totally broken, crouched beside a man lying on the ground. Her face twisted with madness, like she'd lost it. The only splash of color? A bright red heart in her hand.
That heart screamed regret. Deep, soul-crushing regret.
Leslie, completely in her zone, looked like she was possessed - or maybe just on fire. Her brush danced over the paper without pause. All the emotions she bott
