A Phone Call
Ava, her hair securely tied back, was deeply engrossed in her painting, a vibrant cascade of colors that mirrored her inner turmoil and hope. The class was bustling, the air thick with the scent of paint and the sound of laughter and chatter. Everything seemed completely normal. That was until Mrs. Parker’s phone buzzed.
She picked it up, and her face went pale at the sight. “Keep painting, children. I’ll only be gone for a few minutes,” She said as she dashed outside.