My special place

By Mya Bailey, High School Student

Even among the chaos of my class, I felt most at peace in my art classroom, painting beautiful landscapes. I loved the feel of the brush on the paper as I created wonders on the page. Wonders that for everyone else stayed on the page.
I don’t know why, maybe a wondrous gift from fate but I could teleport into other worlds. But only the worlds that I paint. I would just put my hand on the painting, feel a warm comforting light and explore the beauty of my creation. I would paint castle, oceans, fields of rainbow flowers. Anything I desired.
I only used this in the safety of my home, where only my mother had caught me and occasionally joined me. She first thought it was unnatural but curiosity got the better of her and she reluctantly came along, entranced with the beauty with me.
It’s our special place, where we go when we need each other, or space. It’s best a secret for now.