The Boy Who Fooled the World by Lisa Thompson

Author:Lisa Thompson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Scholastic UK
Published: 2019-08-14T16:00:00+00:00

The Pressure is On

For the next week and a half I went into school an hour early, worked through every break time, and stayed for an hour after normal lessons had finished. By the end of the week I had sent three photos to Declan: ‘A Sky in Pink’, ‘A Sky in Red’ and ‘A Sky in Green’. Declan messaged back after each one saying Marika didn’t think they were quite right.

Marika said to forget your first painting and try something new. Paint from the heart.

I didn’t reply and it wasn’t long before he became suspicious.

If you need more time, Cole, then please let me know immediately. The launch is just days away. It would be extremely awkward if we have nothing to auction. Declan

I quickly typed my reply.

No, it’s all fine! It’s coming along great! It has lots of heart and asks lots of questions! I’ll send you a photo asap! Cole

On Wednesday, after school I was back in the art room. The auction was three days away.

“Cole, I’ve been thinking,” said Mrs Frampton from behind her desk. “Why don’t we call Ms Loft and tell her that you’re having a bit of trouble finding your feet with this painting? I’m sure she would understand if you need more time.”

I didn’t look up as I pressed my brush on to the board, a pile of ruined canvases beside me.

Mrs Frampton didn’t understand. Time was something I didn’t have. The museum was shutting down soon and we needed the money. Fast.

I shook my head.

“It’s fine. This one is going to be much better,” I said. “I’m trying something different.” I put my brush down and took a pace back. Mrs Frampton got up and stood beside me. This time I’d tried to paint a jug that had been on a shelf in the art room. It looked more like a giant jelly baby.

“I just don’t think it’s working, Cole. I think… I think there’s too much pressure on you and I think you’re trying too hard.”

“I’m not trying too hard,” I snapped back. I picked up my brush and began to paint again. What did she know? She was just a stupid art teacher. Marika hadn’t even taken any notice of her when she came to our school!

Mrs Frampton stood there for a while, then went back to her desk. I painted a few more strokes before I threw down my brush and grabbed my bag. I’d had enough.

“Remember what I said, Cole,” called Mrs Frampton. “You can ask for more time. It doesn’t mean you’re giving in!”

“I’m fine, Miss,” I said, and I closed the door behind me.

When I got home, Dad asked if I could look after Mabel while he popped out to buy something smart to wear for the auction. Mum had already ordered some clothes for me. They were still unopened in my bedroom.

“How’s the painting?” he said.

I gave him the biggest smile I could. “Great!” I said. “I’m really pleased with it.”

Dad smiled and placed his hand on my arm.

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