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The Competition
Hammajang
Broken; used up; old; worn down; junk.
As I crossed the parking lot to the pavilion, I almost dropped my sketchbook.
It was filled with drawings, but I didn’t like any of my ideas. The wall space was huge, and nothing I thought of would fill four sheets of paper let alone entire walls.
Mr. Halpert said we could fix anything as long as it was on paper, but I doubted it.
He’s going to take one look at these and send me to Lauele High.
He’ll give my Ridgemont scholarship to somebody else.
Everyone will know I can’t do this.
I wanted to die, but I made myself walk on.
In the shade of the pavilion, Mr. Halpert was waving his hands excitedly as he talked to another kid. When I got closer, I could see pages of what looked like graffiti from a freeway sign s
