Two paintings

    The shop was quite, peacefully quite. Everyone who was once in the store, have all gone home for the night times rest. Everything in the store was still as it always was, but in the back of the store on the very last wall, hung two paintings. One was a painting of a girl, she sat properly upright, with her legs crossed and her hands folded neatly on her knees. Her dress was the color of the the bright summer blue sky. Her hair was the color of chocolate brown, it was long and flowed in the wind that was depicted in the painting, it was flowing the opposite side of where her head was facing. She was looking toward the right side of her, as if looking at something in the distance. The painting to her right was that of a boy, who was sitting on the crib of a street, looking straight out into the distance. He was dressed in dark blue jeans, and a buttoned football jacket. His hair was a lighter brown than the girls was.
      There was a slight ring of a bell in the distance, but just loud enough that it could be heard. The girl in one of the paintings, began to move her fingers, then her whole hand, then before she knew it she was standing. She looked at her hands, and then twirled all around to make sure she herself were even real. She then stopped and decided to climb out of her own painting, and walked over towards the painting of the boy to her right. She turned her head in confusion, wondering why the boy in his painting isn't awake like she was. Then she began to cry, she realized that she was all alone, and she fell to the ground, still crying and upset.
   Then she felt a tap on her shoulder and when she turned around the boy was standing behind her, he raised he up and there they stood. For what seemed like years, they stood just staring at each other. Paralyzed with astonishment, they just walked around each other, looking at each other. Then they began to walk around the shop togather, soon it would be daylight and the store would open again and they would have to go back into their paintings and go back to sleep for a while again. The boy gave the girl his jacket, so that if they didnt wake up agian she would always have something to remember him by. As daylight came, the boy and the girl went back into their paintings, only hope to meet again.
    ----Haleigh