/Third Person's POV/
The first time Jace found out about his talent was when he was seven. He always kept to himself and used to sketch in his diary. As usual, he was sitting in the corner of his class while all his classmates were running around in the ground. He didn't want to get his clothes dirty because his stepmother scrunched her nose at that.
Jace was unable to fit in with others no matter how hard he tried. They always made fun of him and his ability to stay alone. It didn't help that his stepbrother, Alex, was three years older than him and was always bullying him. Other students were encouraged by that behaviour.
"Jace?" The soft voice made him shut the book and jump in his seat. He tilted his head up only to notice his art teacher. Why was she here? He thought, his eyes na
