JULIA
The silence between us was suffocating.
It was a good thing that Heather’s commotion from the kitchen cut through the silence. Some pots clanged, drawers opened and slammed shut, and her voice was muttering frantically with a forced cheer.
“Oops! I think I burned them! I’ll be back in a minute!” she called out.
Her absence, though, made the room feel lighter. I still have to thank those brownies because they stopped me from seeing the obvious public display of affection that the two were portraying.
With that, I gripped the pencil tightly in my hand and focused on the smooth canvas in front of me. The outline was there, and I couldn’t help but think that hyperrealism really wasn't Heather’s strongest feat.
I shook my head and grabbed the eraser to tweak her outline. Her dr
