Sammi POV
My day has disappeared in the art room, and I hate to admit it, but I’m struggling. It’s not like I expected this to be easy, but today feels like a losing battle. There’s something missing, and I can’t figure out what it is. Every sketch I’ve started has ended up crumpled and tossed aside like trash. I glance at the clock. Three O'clock. Three, and I’ve got nothing to show for it.
With a frustrated sigh, I throw another piece of paper onto the growing pile when my phone rings. Grateful for the distraction, I grab it quickly.
“Hello?” I mutter, glaring down at my latest failed sketch.
“Sammi, are you busy?” Willow’s voice sounds hopeful on the other end, but I’m so desperate for a break that I don’t even care what she needs.
I am busy, but not with anything worth sticking to
