When I went home that day, I went upstairs to put my bag down and I went down into our basement to retrieve the things that I would need to paint.
At school, I had decided that I was going to paint a picture of a cat and give it to Liam. I remember that he said that he wanted to paint a picture of a cat because he loved cats. After getting the equipment and tools, I brought them to the spare room that was rarely used and set them up. I brought out the paints that I will need and began painting.
I was painting for half an hour, when I heard the door opening. My mom stepped through the door.
"Hey sweetie. What are you doing?" She asks as she steps closer to me.
"I'm painting a picture." I respond and continue with my work.
"Okay. Is it for class?"
"No. I'm painting it for a friend." I
