Chapter Eight
Hunter’s brush was flying across the canvas as he created his masterpiece of darkness. The teacher walked by in astonishment at his work. He couldn’t believe how fast Hunter had painted this piece and how much of the lesson he had absorbed and used in his work.
Hunter looked at the big black and white clock that hung on the wall above the door. It said 3:30pm, which meant he only had fifteen more minutes until class was over and until he would meet back up with Violet.
He sat there watching his artwork dry as thoughts of his conversation with Benji flashed through his mind. He was trying to recall exactly what Benji told him so he would know how to face Violet. He hoped she hadn’t heard everything but feared she had.
The bell rang. Hunter packed up his bag and walked out
