I panted, my hands moving at a rapid pace to make it happen.

This, was not my idea of fun.

Yes, I loved drawing. But drawing for your life? Now that was scary.

Making a portrait of the devil himself wasn’t helpful either. In all confidence, I continued.

My pencil was practically ready to break through the page I’d been using but it held back.

Thank God it did.

It’s easier when you can just draw from reference, but this was completely from imagination. And somehow, my opponents seemed to be doing just fine.

Curse art block.

I sighed and leaned back taking a look of review over the drawing.

It wasn’t terrible, but compared to the others…

Shaking the thoughts out of my head, I sat back up, continuin to draw.

One minute left until that annoying buzzer went off again.

I rolled my eyes at the thought of the lousy old thing.

I drew and drew? Finally, finishing with thirteen seconds left. My best if I may.

BEEEEEEPPP!!

I shake slightly as it goes off, my spine tingling.

The judges come around, their sharp tongues and long fingers running down the surfaces of the paintings and sketches.

“Third..” she calls out on the girl two rows down from me.

I take a breath, I was really hoping on that spot.

They continue, moving towards an older gentleman, “second.” They conclude.

Aw man…

They wander around awhile longer before flicking their long tongues on mine. “First.”

I freeze, wait what..

My eyes land back on my drawing. “Why mine?” I ask looking up at them.

“Most realistic.” They respond.

That’s funny… because I was going off the judge in the middle…