The Fluid Changes of Life

The Fluid Changes of Life

Isabella Sabdul

04/23/2026

Bubbles rise up all around me. Racing to the surface to escape the dark depths of the deep blue waters. I try to rise to the surface, but my arms feel like blocks of cement. I freeze in fear, and just accept that I’m going to die. Maybe this is a good thing? Maybe I will finally be with her? My eyes start to close, but the last thing I see is a blurry figure reaching out to me.

7 hours earlier

Something pulls me out of my deep state of sleep. I yawn, and stretch as I sit up in my bed. I glance to the right and see a bird. I smile at it, as it chirps its morning song. Why is there a bird? You may be wondering. Well, to simply put it, I live in a crappy, dangerous, shack. This shack has no glass windows, and is almost on the brink of collapsing. I like to call it our little island of hell. I climb out of bed, and make my way to the bathroom. I face the mirror, and almost scream as I face the disaster of my morning appearance.

After brushing my teeth, and taking my shower, I make my way outside my room to the kitchen. “Good morning, Pria. How was your night?” My mothers asks warmly, as she pulls out two slices of bread, buttering them up.

I smile and go hug her. “It was good, yours?” I reply, stealing a tiny strawberry away from the plate behind her.

She chuckles, “I think you need to get going, now. Isn’t it almost time for school?” Oh no, I’m going to be late! “You’re right, I have to go. Bye!” I brush past her and pick my bag up from the floor.

Once I open the wooden door, a blast of the scent of salt water greets me. It stings my face, as I walk to the small dock behind our shack of our home.

I absolutely, without any doubt, hate this particular part of the day. It reminds me of… never mind. I push those memories out of my head and let them fall into the dark waters, hoping they never emerge again. I exhale a shaker breath, and carefully step into the tiny boat. One leg at a time. The boat rocks side to side, and I gasp and cling tightly to the wooden pole next to it. My eyes screw shut. I exhale another deep breath, then very slowly sit down.

I untie the ropes from the dock cleat, and push away the boat from the dock. I reach down, and retrieve a paddle to row.

I row away to School, yay.

Ten minutes into my journey, I’m already tired. If that tells you I don’t work out a lot, I don’t know what does. I throw the paddle down, bending to get a sip of water. Dawn gives way to the orange sun creeping over the horizon. It hypnotizes me in all its beauty. The oranges, and yellows, the contrast of its warmth with the dark waters that cover what we used to know in life. All those stories told from generations upon generations of Miami before the Rising. The connection of it all, is something not only I strive to get a taste of, but so many others.

To be able to paint this would be incredible, but we have no art supplies. I wish I could have been alive before this. To see the fields of green grass, flowers, people walking past you in the streets.

I store the thoughts away in my mind, and pick up the paddle again. “Ughhhh.” I continue rowing again.

Finally, I have made it to my school. I row to the dock, and quickly attach the rope to one of the dock cleats. I climb out of the boat, and retrieve my bag. I climb up the green hill the school resides on, yanking the doors open.

Everyone glances at me, whispering to their friends who knows what. There are rumors that I drowned my little sister, and everyone thinks I’m deranged and don’t deserve to be here, even though I still passed the induction exam before coming here. Sometimes it’s hard to believe some of these people passed that exam.

I trudge towards my locker, to retrieve my needed books of the day. A little, folded, note fell to the ground, and I furrowed my eyebrows.

“What the?” I say my thoughts aloud. I pick it up, and see my name scrawled across the top in intricate penmanship.

I unfold the little piece of paper.

Dear Pria, I know that these times are rough for you, but just know that I will always be here for you. No matter what. I want my friend back, even in all her craziness, I need her.

———Jack



I shove the piece of paper away into the back of my locker. Shutting it hard. “Someone is having a rough morning,” Laughs Cindy to my right. I glare at her, and walk away to my first class.

During lunch period, my favorite period, I make my way outside with a tray of food. But someone blocks my path to the table.

That someone being Cindy, wonderful. “You have some nerve to be here, when you know you don’t belong. Never have, and never will. They shouldn’t let the dirty, poor, likes of you into a school this nice.” She snarls, and scrunches her nose in disgust.

“Your mother shouldn’t have birthed a demon from hell, but here you are!” I fire back. She gasps, and looks offended. “Doesn’t feel so nice when others give you back what you give, does it?” I raise my eyebrows at her, waiting for her reply.

It all happens so fast, I don’t see it coming. Cindy reaches out, and shoves me into the vast waters. Fear locks me in place, like a cage. Unwanted memories fill my mind up to the brink. Flashes of brown curls, and brown doe eyes. A giggle of pure innocence, before the screams of terror.

Present

Bubbles rise up all around me. Racing to the surface to escape the dark depths of the deep blue waters. I try to rise up to the surface, but my arms feel like blocks of cement. I freeze in fear, and just accept that I’m going to die. Maybe this is a good thing? Maybe I will finally be with her? My eyes start to close, but the last thing I see is a blurry figure reaching out to me.

Darkness is all I see. Am I dead? Suddenly, light greets me again. I cough out the salt that burns my throat, gasping for air. I blink up at the figure above me.

My vision clears to see a familiar face, that brings back memories. Jack. Mixed emotions fill me up at once. He still has those floppy blond curls of his, those apple green eyes. He looks concerned. Oh right, I almost died. “Are you alright?” He questioned.

“Yep, almost drowned there,” I chuckle, cringing at myself. He sheepishly smiles down at me, and reaches his arm forward.

He helps me up into a sitting position, before helping me rise to my feet. “Thank God, you’re okay. You almost gave me a heart attack there.” I fumble with my drenched shirt, looking anywhere but at him. “Thank you for saving me.” I say, looking up at him. “Of course I would.” He replies.

Suddenly, anger contorts his face when he looks behind me. He marches past me, and I turn to see him walking towards Cindy.

She stops laughing when she sees him, looking shocked. “What were you thinking? You could have killed her?” He points back at me. “She deserved it, especially since she drowned her sister!” Cindy said defensively. Jack raises his brows in shock. “Really? You’re that stupid to believe she drowned her own sister? Have you ever even met her sister before she died?” She scoffs and turns, walking away. Jack shakes his head, and walks back to me. “That one needs some growing up.” He says. “I couldn’t agree more.”

“Come on, let’s take you home.” He places his arm around me, and guides me to his boat. I leave his arms, “No, it’s fine! I have a boat,” I point to it. Jack looks at the boat, then turns back to me with a blank expression on his face. “I’m not taking no for an answer, it will be safer on mine. Also, there will be a storm soon.” He says.

I look up at the sky. Grey clouds roll in, and to top it off, a flash of lightning splits the sky, before the sound of thunder roars.

“Fine, but only this once.” He looks satisfied with that, and then guides me to his luxurious boat.

There are cushioned seats inside, an awning for shade, and even a snack bar. Wow. I climb down the steps, and take a seat. “Alright, let’s go.” He drives his boat away from the dock, and we’re out at sea. “You remember where my house is?” I ask. “Yeah.” Is all he replies. Fifteen minutes later, we made it into my neighborhood. I feel embarrassed at the state of the shack-like homes. This is Jack, I tell myself. You used to play when you were little. He would never judge you, because you live in a shithole, and he lives in a mansion on a tall green hill. When we stop in front of my door, it bursts open. Mom comes rushing out, frantic. “Oh my gosh! What happened to you?” She cries out.

I climb out of the boat. “I’m fine mom, it’s okay.” I hugged her. Behind her, I see Jack climbing out of the boat. My eyes widened. “No” I silently mouth the word to him. If she sees him, she’s going to keep him here for hours, talking his ears off. He looks confused. “What are you looking at?” Mom turns, and sees Jack.

There goes his afternoon.

“So Jack, how’s everything going?” Mom asks, as she makes him a cup of her famous “berry crazy” juice. “Everything’s going great, actually. Dad just sold another part of the land in the Canals.” He replies, stuffing his mouth with one of mom’s delicious cookies. The Canals is a trading center that is known for all its prosperity in commerce.

“That’s nice to hear dear.” She pulls out the cutting board and knife, chopping some fruits up. “Why don’t you two head outside? Get some fresh air while I batch up some of my goodies?Come on, get some fresh air!” As if we don’t already without glass panels, and cracks in the foundations of the walls.

“Come on,”I pull Jack outside with me and take a seat on the plastic chair. He settles down next to me, sighing.

We both look out at the horizon. The sun melts away, leaving its rays of purple, and pink hues. “You know, I miss her a lot.” I say, still looking at the sunset. In my peripheral vision, I see Jack look at me. “Me too.” He solemnly says. “Imagine if she had lived? Where would she be today? She shouldn’t have died, especially at such a young age. She had a long life ahead of her.” I say, brushing tears off my cheeks with the back of my hand.

“She would be proud of the person you are today.” He says, turning towards me again.

“Even with all the hardships of life, you push through, never backing down.” “Look at you being all mushy,” I chuckle, still brushing tears away.

“Do you still paint?” Jack asks me. “That was when we were little. Things have changed Jack.” I say gesturing around us. He sighs, “you’re right.” But then he gasps, it seems he has an idea. “My dad has an art gallery in one of his plazas.” Maybe you can showcase some of your work there.”

I look at him in disbelief. “You think they’ll accept the likes of me to showcase art in a gallery? Come on, Jack. That's not realistic.” I shake my head. “They haven’t seen your talent yet, though. All that you paint on a canvas to reach an audience, and capture their attention.” I think about it for a second, would they really like my work?

“You know what, just sleep on it.” Jack says, getting up. He brushes off his clothes. “Fine, but don't be disappointed if I decide not to do it.” I stand up, too.

We both walk back inside. “I have your berry crazy juices made! Here’s one for you, and you.” Mom exclaims, handing both of us our drinks. “Thanks, mom,” I smile while taking a sip. “Thank you miss Sanchez.” Jack raises his glass and takes a sip. “Of course!” Mom replies.

Jack then leaves a few minutes later. Taking the goodies mom made for him with him. We both wave bye at him, as he leaves the dock.

It’s night time now, and after taking a shower, I crawl onto my small bed. There’s a heavy feeling in my gut. I don’t know why, but I just have it.

I sigh, exhausted from the day. I reach out to my right nightstand to read my family journal. I open it up and start reading. This part of the book really catches my attention. It discusses the city of Miami before it was ruined by this rise of sea water.

There were restaurants all lined up on the streets, parks, beaches. People could watch movies at the theater, there was more to do. I wish I could have lived in that type of environment, but I unfortunately do not.

The next day, I’m sitting in my chair eating breakfast when I hear a knock on my door. I push back my chair, and stand up. I walk to the door, open it. “Hi, Jack. You’re back so soon.” I say, gesturing for him to come inside. “I couldn’t wait any longer to hear your decision.” He smiles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Ok, first, do you want something to eat or drink?” I ask. “I’ve already eaten.” He shoots back. “So, what’s your decision?” He asks me. I thought about it for a while last night, contemplating. But then that chapter of the book really inspired me. “Yes, I’ll do it.” I replied.

He punches the air in excitement. “You won’t be disappointed, this is an amazing opportunity!” He then wraps his arms around me. I awkwardly pat his back. We’ve known each other since we were young children, but haven’t talked to each other in a while.

He pulls back, and cups my face, smiling down at me. “Sorry,” he pulls back, and clears his throat looking anywhere else but at me with a bit of a red hue to his cheeks. What was that?

Two hours later, we arrived at our destination. The Canals trading center. It is full of life, bustling with people.

I see a stand where there are two people trading items, one of them being a loaf of bread, and the other a roll of rope. Jack pulls me into a small hole in the wall type shop. It is tiny, but cozy. There is pottery of all kinds of sea creatures littered along the shelves. A tiny corner that has a small library, and an armchair.

Something then captures my eyes. Tubes of paint, all colors of the rainbow and different shades. I gasp, and beeline for them leaving Jack’s side.

I pick up one of the tubes, and rub my fingers against the smooth feel of it. “Haven’t seen those in a while, hmm?” Jack says. An image comes to mind. Me sitting outside on a patio, with my little sister in my lap, painting messily on the canvas. “What do you think of my bird, Pria?” Lizzy asked. “Hmm, I don’t know. It looks more like a dog.” She gasps in offense, well yours looks like… like.. actually it is pretty good.”she stares in amazement at my painting of the seagull. I smile down at her “Thank you, Lizzy. And I was just joking. Yours is so well detailed, are those feathers that I see?” She beams up at me, nodding her head up and down. “Yes, you noticed!” She exclaimed. “You know, you’re going to be the best artist in the world someday.”

“Pria?” I’m pulled out of the memory by the sound of Jack’s voice. “You okay, there?” I look up at him, he looks down at me. “Yeah,” is all I reply with. He looks unsure about my answer, but then sighs. “Ok, if you say so.” He then retrieves a long box of the shelf next to the tubes of paint. “Look at what I found.” He hands me the box, and I open it up to see at least a dozen different sized paint brushes.

My mouth drops open in shock. “We have to get you these.” He says, taking the box of paint brushes, and paint tubes. I rush up to him when he walks towards the cashier. “No, no, don’t worry Jack! I’ll find a way to get them.” I hurry to explain. “Nonsense, what time would be better than now for you to have the supplies an artist needs.” I open my mouth to say something else, when he gives me the look. The one where he has no more room for nonsense. I shut my mouth.

“Thank you for getting me those supplies, even though you didn’t have to.” I say to him as we walk in the direction to the art gallery. “Those art supplies deserve to be used by someone with such a talent of yours. I couldn’t let you walk out of there empty handed.” Warmth fills my cheeks at his compliment.

He holds the door open for me to the gallery, waiting for me to come in. I thank him, taking in my surroundings once I walk inside.

It is open space, with tall white walls. Natural light illuminates the art pieces that have their own spots in the room. “It’s so beautiful.” I exhale in awe. “I agree with you, dear.” I jump, and turn to see a man in a sharp suit. Eyeglasses are perched on the high bridge of his nose.

“My name is Gabriel, I’m the gallerist of this gallery and who may you be?” He inquired.

“Oh, my name is Pria, sir. I’m one of the applicants that would like to showcase some of her art.” I reach out, ready to shake his hand. He looks down at it like it's dirty, taking in my appearance. I feel like a fish being dissected. He then reluctantly shakes my hand.

“Pria, did you see the painting of the woman crying?” Jack’s voice grows louder as he walks towards the room Gabriel and I are in. “It looked like her tears were actually rolling down her face—oh.” He freezes in the doorway. “Hello,” he says. Gabriel looks astonished to see Jack. “You’re Mr. Willton’s son.” Jack looks uncomfortable, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. “Yes, I am.” Gabriel leaves his spot in front of me, to go shake Jack’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you sir. I can’t thank your father enough for letting me buy this gallery!” Jack smiles awkwardly.

A couple of hours later, I’m back inside my home. Gabriel thankfully accepted me to showcase some of my art. Even if he did it just because I’m friends with Jack. What matters is I get to paint.

I rush into my room, and immediately get started. I open the top, and squirt some paint on a little plate. Red, orange, yellow, black. I pick up one of the brushes and dip it into the black glob of paint. The strokes of the brush against the canvas calm something in me. I paint what I imagine to be a street. In the book, it said that there would be cars on these streets. I paint what I imagine cars to look like.

After finishing this painting, I work on another. I get lost in time, immersed in the world of beauty.

The next day, Jack stops by to pick up my art piece collection. I’m full of nerves, and anticipation, as we make our way to the gallery in Jack’s boat. After arriving in the center, we walked towards the grand entrance of the art gallery. Everyone inside is dressed in beautiful dresses and suits. The dress I’m wearing is in plain black, and doesn’t have any of the details most of these do. Cut that out. It doesn’t matter if I'm in a clown costume for goodness sake. I reprimanded myself. I see the labeled stands for my pieces, and place them on top of each one.

I walk around the art gallery with Jack, taking in other pieces.

In my peripheral vision, I see some people stand in front of my pieces. They freeze, and stare at it. I feel my nerves emerging again. “Jack, can we go to the other room, please?” He looks at me. A questioning look in his eyes, until he sees the people in front of my pieces. Understanding why now, we both walk outside.

“I don’t know Jack. I’m not so sure the guests enjoyed my art.” I quietly say. “Don’t put those negative thoughts into your head. Let’s just wait until Gabriel comes back with the results.” Jack replies.

“Ahem,” a throat clearing makes me glance at the person in the doorway. It’s Gabriel. “Ms. Sanchez, the majority of the guests tonight, have stated that they would like to see more of your work.” My eyes widened. This can’t be true. Is this a dream? “Pinch me,” I tell Jack. “What?” Jack scoffs. “Pinch me.” I say again. “Pria, this is real. There is no need to pinch you.” Jack proudly says.

“The people that looked at your art heard you. They could see your vision.” He says. “Some of the guests liked how each painting of yours showcased life before the sea level rising. In particular, the one with the street full of vehicles, and flashing lights caught the most attention.” Gabriel explained.

My eyes start to water, I never imagined that I would be in this position, but here I am. Without the encouragement, and love of my little sister, I wouldn’t have been able to have done this. Lizzie, your big sister is an artist.

The End
Bubbles rise up all around me. Racing to the surface to escape the dark depths of the deep blue waters. I try to rise to the surface, but my arms feel like blocks of cement. I freeze in fear, and just accept that I’m going to die. Maybe this is a good thing? Maybe I will finally be with her? My eyes start to close, but the last thing I see is a blurry figure reaching out to me.

7 hours earlier

Something pulls me out of my deep state of sleep. I yawn, and stretch as I sit up in my bed. I glance to the right and see a bird. I smile at it, as it chirps its morning song. Why is there a bird? You may be wondering. Well, to simply put it, I live in a crappy, dangerous, shack. This shack has no glass windows, and is almost on the brink of collapsing. I like to call it our little island of hell. I climb out of bed, and make my way to the bathroom. I face the mirror, and almost scream as I face the disaster of my morning appearance.

After brushing my teeth, and taking my shower, I make my way outside my room to the kitchen. “Good morning, Pria. How was your night?” My mothers asks warmly, as she pulls out two slices of bread, buttering them up.

I smile and go hug her. “It was good, yours?” I reply, stealing a tiny strawberry away from the plate behind her.

She chuckles, “I think you need to get going, now. Isn’t it almost time for school?” Oh no, I’m going to be late! “You’re right, I have to go. Bye!” I brush past her and pick my bag up from the floor.

Once I open the wooden door, a blast of the scent of salt water greets me. It stings my face, as I walk to the small dock behind our shack of our home.

I absolutely, without any doubt, hate this particular part of the day. It reminds me of… never mind. I push those memories out of my head and let them fall into the dark waters, hoping they never emerge again. I exhale a shaker breath, and carefully step into the tiny boat. One leg at a time. The boat rocks side to side, and I gasp and cling tightly to the wooden pole next to it. My eyes screw shut. I exhale another deep breath, then very slowly sit down.

I untie the ropes from the dock cleat, and push away the boat from the dock. I reach down, and retrieve a paddle to row.

I row away to School, yay.

Ten minutes into my journey, I’m already tired. If that tells you I don’t work out a lot, I don’t know what does. I throw the paddle down, bending to get a sip of water. Dawn gives way to the orange sun creeping over the horizon. It hypnotizes me in all its beauty. The oranges, and yellows, the contrast of its warmth with the dark waters that cover what we used to know in life. All those stories told from generations upon generations of Miami before the Rising. The connection of it all, is something not only I strive to get a taste of, but so many others.

To be able to paint this would be incredible, but we have no art supplies. I wish I could have been alive before this. To see the fields of green grass, flowers, people walking past you in the streets.

I store the thoughts away in my mind, and pick up the paddle again. “Ughhhh.” I continue rowing again.

Finally, I have made it to my school. I row to the dock, and quickly attach the rope to one of the dock cleats. I climb out of the boat, and retrieve my bag. I climb up the green hill the school resides on, yanking the doors open.

Everyone glances at me, whispering to their friends who knows what. There are rumors that I drowned my little sister, and everyone thinks I’m deranged and don’t deserve to be here, even though I still passed the induction exam before coming here. Sometimes it’s hard to believe some of these people passed that exam.

I trudge towards my locker, to retrieve my needed books of the day. A little, folded, note fell to the ground, and I furrowed my eyebrows.

“What the?” I say my thoughts aloud. I pick it up, and see my name scrawled across the top in intricate penmanship.

I unfold the little piece of paper.

Dear Pria, I know that these times are rough for you, but just know that I will always be here for you. No matter what. I want my friend back, even in all her craziness, I need her.

———Jack



I shove the piece of paper away into the back of my locker. Shutting it hard. “Someone is having a rough morning,” Laughs Cindy to my right. I glare at her, and walk away to my first class.

During lunch period, my favorite period, I make my way outside with a tray of food. But someone blocks my path to the table.

That someone being Cindy, wonderful. “You have some nerve to be here, when you know you don’t belong. Never have, and never will. They shouldn’t let the dirty, poor, likes of you into a school this nice.” She snarls, and scrunches her nose in disgust.

“Your mother shouldn’t have birthed a demon from hell, but here you are!” I fire back. She gasps, and looks offended. “Doesn’t feel so nice when others give you back what you give, does it?” I raise my eyebrows at her, waiting for her reply.

It all happens so fast, I don’t see it coming. Cindy reaches out, and shoves me into the vast waters. Fear locks me in place, like a cage. Unwanted memories fill my mind up to the brink. Flashes of brown curls, and brown doe eyes. A giggle of pure innocence, before the screams of terror.

Present

Bubbles rise up all around me. Racing to the surface to escape the dark depths of the deep blue waters. I try to rise up to the surface, but my arms feel like blocks of cement. I freeze in fear, and just accept that I’m going to die. Maybe this is a good thing? Maybe I will finally be with her? My eyes start to close, but the last thing I see is a blurry figure reaching out to me.

Darkness is all I see. Am I dead? Suddenly, light greets me again. I cough out the salt that burns my throat, gasping for air. I blink up at the figure above me.

My vision clears to see a familiar face, that brings back memories. Jack. Mixed emotions fill me up at once. He still has those floppy blond curls of his, those apple green eyes. He looks concerned. Oh right, I almost died. “Are you alright?” He questioned.

“Yep, almost drowned there,” I chuckle, cringing at myself. He sheepishly smiles down at me, and reaches his arm forward.

He helps me up into a sitting position, before helping me rise to my feet. “Thank God, you’re okay. You almost gave me a heart attack there.” I fumble with my drenched shirt, looking anywhere but at him. “Thank you for saving me.” I say, looking up at him. “Of course I would.” He replies.

Suddenly, anger contorts his face when he looks behind me. He marches past me, and I turn to see him walking towards Cindy.

She stops laughing when she sees him, looking shocked. “What were you thinking? You could have killed her?” He points back at me. “She deserved it, especially since she drowned her sister!” Cindy said defensively. Jack raises his brows in shock. “Really? You’re that stupid to believe she drowned her own sister? Have you ever even met her sister before she died?” She scoffs and turns, walking away. Jack shakes his head, and walks back to me. “That one needs some growing up.” He says. “I couldn’t agree more.”

“Come on, let’s take you home.” He places his arm around me, and guides me to his boat. I leave his arms, “No, it’s fine! I have a boat,” I point to it. Jack looks at the boat, then turns back to me with a blank expression on his face. “I’m not taking no for an answer, it will be safer on mine. Also, there will be a storm soon.” He says.

I look up at the sky. Grey clouds roll in, and to top it off, a flash of lightning splits the sky, before the sound of thunder roars.

“Fine, but only this once.” He looks satisfied with that, and then guides me to his luxurious boat.

There are cushioned seats inside, an awning for shade, and even a snack bar. Wow. I climb down the steps, and take a seat. “Alright, let’s go.” He drives his boat away from the dock, and we’re out at sea. “You remember where my house is?” I ask. “Yeah.” Is all he replies. Fifteen minutes later, we made it into my neighborhood. I feel embarrassed at the state of the shack-like homes. This is Jack, I tell myself. You used to play when you were little. He would never judge you, because you live in a shithole, and he lives in a mansion on a tall green hill. When we stop in front of my door, it bursts open. Mom comes rushing out, frantic. “Oh my gosh! What happened to you?” She cries out.

I climb out of the boat. “I’m fine mom, it’s okay.” I hugged her. Behind her, I see Jack climbing out of the boat. My eyes widened. “No” I silently mouth the word to him. If she sees him, she’s going to keep him here for hours, talking his ears off. He looks confused. “What are you looking at?” Mom turns, and sees Jack.

There goes his afternoon.

“So Jack, how’s everything going?” Mom asks, as she makes him a cup of her famous “berry crazy” juice. “Everything’s going great, actually. Dad just sold another part of the land in the Canals.” He replies, stuffing his mouth with one of mom’s delicious cookies. The Canals is a trading center that is known for all its prosperity in commerce.

“That’s nice to hear dear.” She pulls out the cutting board and knife, chopping some fruits up. “Why don’t you two head outside? Get some fresh air while I batch up some of my goodies?Come on, get some fresh air!” As if we don’t already without glass panels, and cracks in the foundations of the walls.

“Come on,”I pull Jack outside with me and take a seat on the plastic chair. He settles down next to me, sighing.

We both look out at the horizon. The sun melts away, leaving its rays of purple, and pink hues. “You know, I miss her a lot.” I say, still looking at the sunset. In my peripheral vision, I see Jack look at me. “Me too.” He solemnly says. “Imagine if she had lived? Where would she be today? She shouldn’t have died, especially at such a young age. She had a long life ahead of her.” I say, brushing tears off my cheeks with the back of my hand.

“She would be proud of the person you are today.” He says, turning towards me again.

“Even with all the hardships of life, you push through, never backing down.” “Look at you being all mushy,” I chuckle, still brushing tears away.

“Do you still paint?” Jack asks me. “That was when we were little. Things have changed Jack.” I say gesturing around us. He sighs, “you’re right.” But then he gasps, it seems he has an idea. “My dad has an art gallery in one of his plazas.” Maybe you can showcase some of your work there.”

I look at him in disbelief. “You think they’ll accept the likes of me to showcase art in a gallery? Come on, Jack. That's not realistic.” I shake my head. “They haven’t seen your talent yet, though. All that you paint on a canvas to reach an audience, and capture their attention.” I think about it for a second, would they really like my work?

“You know what, just sleep on it.” Jack says, getting up. He brushes off his clothes. “Fine, but don't be disappointed if I decide not to do it.” I stand up, too.

We both walk back inside. “I have your berry crazy juices made! Here’s one for you, and you.” Mom exclaims, handing both of us our drinks. “Thanks, mom,” I smile while taking a sip. “Thank you miss Sanchez.” Jack raises his glass and takes a sip. “Of course!” Mom replies.

Jack then leaves a few minutes later. Taking the goodies mom made for him with him. We both wave bye at him, as he leaves the dock.

It’s night time now, and after taking a shower, I crawl onto my small bed. There’s a heavy feeling in my gut. I don’t know why, but I just have it.

I sigh, exhausted from the day. I reach out to my right nightstand to read my family journal. I open it up and start reading. This part of the book really catches my attention. It discusses the city of Miami before it was ruined by this rise of sea water.

There were restaurants all lined up on the streets, parks, beaches. People could watch movies at the theater, there was more to do. I wish I could have lived in that type of environment, but I unfortunately do not.

The next day, I’m sitting in my chair eating breakfast when I hear a knock on my door. I push back my chair, and stand up. I walk to the door, open it. “Hi, Jack. You’re back so soon.” I say, gesturing for him to come inside. “I couldn’t wait any longer to hear your decision.” He smiles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Ok, first, do you want something to eat or drink?” I ask. “I’ve already eaten.” He shoots back. “So, what’s your decision?” He asks me. I thought about it for a while last night, contemplating. But then that chapter of the book really inspired me. “Yes, I’ll do it.” I replied.

He punches the air in excitement. “You won’t be disappointed, this is an amazing opportunity!” He then wraps his arms around me. I awkwardly pat his back. We’ve known each other since we were young children, but haven’t talked to each other in a while.

He pulls back, and cups my face, smiling down at me. “Sorry,” he pulls back, and clears his throat looking anywhere else but at me with a bit of a red hue to his cheeks. What was that?

Two hours later, we arrived at our destination. The Canals trading center. It is full of life, bustling with people.

I see a stand where there are two people trading items, one of them being a loaf of bread, and the other a roll of rope. Jack pulls me into a small hole in the wall type shop. It is tiny, but cozy. There is pottery of all kinds of sea creatures littered along the shelves. A tiny corner that has a small library, and an armchair.

Something then captures my eyes. Tubes of paint, all colors of the rainbow and different shades. I gasp, and beeline for them leaving Jack’s side.

I pick up one of the tubes, and rub my fingers against the smooth feel of it. “Haven’t seen those in a while, hmm?” Jack says. An image comes to mind. Me sitting outside on a patio, with my little sister in my lap, painting messily on the canvas. “What do you think of my bird, Pria?” Lizzy asked. “Hmm, I don’t know. It looks more like a dog.” She gasps in offense, well yours looks like… like.. actually it is pretty good.”she stares in amazement at my painting of the seagull. I smile down at her “Thank you, Lizzy. And I was just joking. Yours is so well detailed, are those feathers that I see?” She beams up at me, nodding her head up and down. “Yes, you noticed!” She exclaimed. “You know, you’re going to be the best artist in the world someday.”

“Pria?” I’m pulled out of the memory by the sound of Jack’s voice. “You okay, there?” I look up at him, he looks down at me. “Yeah,” is all I reply with. He looks unsure about my answer, but then sighs. “Ok, if you say so.” He then retrieves a long box of the shelf next to the tubes of paint. “Look at what I found.” He hands me the box, and I open it up to see at least a dozen different sized paint brushes.

My mouth drops open in shock. “We have to get you these.” He says, taking the box of paint brushes, and paint tubes. I rush up to him when he walks towards the cashier. “No, no, don’t worry Jack! I’ll find a way to get them.” I hurry to explain. “Nonsense, what time would be better than now for you to have the supplies an artist needs.” I open my mouth to say something else, when he gives me the look. The one where he has no more room for nonsense. I shut my mouth.

“Thank you for getting me those supplies, even though you didn’t have to.” I say to him as we walk in the direction to the art gallery. “Those art supplies deserve to be used by someone with such a talent of yours. I couldn’t let you walk out of there empty handed.” Warmth fills my cheeks at his compliment.

He holds the door open for me to the gallery, waiting for me to come in. I thank him, taking in my surroundings once I walk inside.

It is open space, with tall white walls. Natural light illuminates the art pieces that have their own spots in the room. “It’s so beautiful.” I exhale in awe. “I agree with you, dear.” I jump, and turn to see a man in a sharp suit. Eyeglasses are perched on the high bridge of his nose.

“My name is Gabriel, I’m the gallerist of this gallery and who may you be?” He inquired.

“Oh, my name is Pria, sir. I’m one of the applicants that would like to showcase some of her art.” I reach out, ready to shake his hand. He looks down at it like it's dirty, taking in my appearance. I feel like a fish being dissected. He then reluctantly shakes my hand.

“Pria, did you see the painting of the woman crying?” Jack’s voice grows louder as he walks towards the room Gabriel and I are in. “It looked like her tears were actually rolling down her face—oh.” He freezes in the doorway. “Hello,” he says. Gabriel looks astonished to see Jack. “You’re Mr. Willton’s son.” Jack looks uncomfortable, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. “Yes, I am.” Gabriel leaves his spot in front of me, to go shake Jack’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you sir. I can’t thank your father enough for letting me buy this gallery!” Jack smiles awkwardly.

A couple of hours later, I’m back inside my home. Gabriel thankfully accepted me to showcase some of my art. Even if he did it just because I’m friends with Jack. What matters is I get to paint.

I rush into my room, and immediately get started. I open the top, and squirt some paint on a little plate. Red, orange, yellow, black. I pick up one of the brushes and dip it into the black glob of paint. The strokes of the brush against the canvas calm something in me. I paint what I imagine to be a street. In the book, it said that there would be cars on these streets. I paint what I imagine cars to look like.

After finishing this painting, I work on another. I get lost in time, immersed in the world of beauty.

The next day, Jack stops by to pick up my art piece collection. I’m full of nerves, and anticipation, as we make our way to the gallery in Jack’s boat. After arriving in the center, we walked towards the grand entrance of the art gallery. Everyone inside is dressed in beautiful dresses and suits. The dress I’m wearing is in plain black, and doesn’t have any of the details most of these do. Cut that out. It doesn’t matter if I'm in a clown costume for goodness sake. I reprimanded myself. I see the labeled stands for my pieces, and place them on top of each one.

I walk around the art gallery with Jack, taking in other pieces.

In my peripheral vision, I see some people stand in front of my pieces. They freeze, and stare at it. I feel my nerves emerging again. “Jack, can we go to the other room, please?” He looks at me. A questioning look in his eyes, until he sees the people in front of my pieces. Understanding why now, we both walk outside.

“I don’t know Jack. I’m not so sure the guests enjoyed my art.” I quietly say. “Don’t put those negative thoughts into your head. Let’s just wait until Gabriel comes back with the results.” Jack replies.

“Ahem,” a throat clearing makes me glance at the person in the doorway. It’s Gabriel. “Ms. Sanchez, the majority of the guests tonight, have stated that they would like to see more of your work.” My eyes widened. This can’t be true. Is this a dream? “Pinch me,” I tell Jack. “What?” Jack scoffs. “Pinch me.” I say again. “Pria, this is real. There is no need to pinch you.” Jack proudly says.

“The people that looked at your art heard you. They could see your vision.” He says. “Some of the guests liked how each painting of yours showcased life before the sea level rising. In particular, the one with the street full of vehicles, and flashing lights caught the most attention.” Gabriel explained.

My eyes start to water, I never imagined that I would be in this position, but here I am. Without the encouragement, and love of my little sister, I wouldn’t have been able to have done this. Lizzie, your big sister is an artist.

The End



Bubbles rise up all around me. Racing to the surface to escape the dark depths of the deep blue waters. I try to rise to the surface, but my arms feel like blocks of cement. I freeze in fear, and just accept that I’m going to die. Maybe this is a good thing? Maybe I will finally be with her? My eyes start to close, but the last thing I see is a blurry figure reaching out to me.

7 hours earlier

Something pulls me out of my deep state of sleep. I yawn, and stretch as I sit up in my bed. I glance to the right and see a bird. I smile at it, as it chirps its morning song. Why is there a bird? You may be wondering. Well, to simply put it, I live in a crappy, dangerous, shack. This shack has no glass windows, and is almost on the brink of collapsing. I like to call it our little island of hell. I climb out of bed, and make my way to the bathroom. I face the mirror, and almost scream as I face the disaster of my morning appearance.

After brushing my teeth, and taking my shower, I make my way outside my room to the kitchen. “Good morning, Pria. How was your night?” My mothers asks warmly, as she pulls out two slices of bread, buttering them up.

I smile and go hug her. “It was good, yours?” I reply, stealing a tiny strawberry away from the plate behind her.

She chuckles, “I think you need to get going, now. Isn’t it almost time for school?” Oh no, I’m going to be late! “You’re right, I have to go. Bye!” I brush past her and pick my bag up from the floor.

Once I open the wooden door, a blast of the scent of salt water greets me. It stings my face, as I walk to the small dock behind our shack of our home.

I absolutely, without any doubt, hate this particular part of the day. It reminds me of… never mind. I push those memories out of my head and let them fall into the dark waters, hoping they never emerge again. I exhale a shaker breath, and carefully step into the tiny boat. One leg at a time. The boat rocks side to side, and I gasp and cling tightly to the wooden pole next to it. My eyes screw shut. I exhale another deep breath, then very slowly sit down.

I untie the ropes from the dock cleat, and push away the boat from the dock. I reach down, and retrieve a paddle to row.

I row away to School, yay.

Ten minutes into my journey, I’m already tired. If that tells you I don’t work out a lot, I don’t know what does. I throw the paddle down, bending to get a sip of water. Dawn gives way to the orange sun creeping over the horizon. It hypnotizes me in all its beauty. The oranges, and yellows, the contrast of its warmth with the dark waters that cover what we used to know in life. All those stories told from generations upon generations of Miami before the Rising. The connection of it all, is something not only I strive to get a taste of, but so many others.

To be able to paint this would be incredible, but we have no art supplies. I wish I could have been alive before this. To see the fields of green grass, flowers, people walking past you in the streets.

I store the thoughts away in my mind, and pick up the paddle again. “Ughhhh.” I continue rowing again.

Finally, I have made it to my school. I row to the dock, and quickly attach the rope to one of the dock cleats. I climb out of the boat, and retrieve my bag. I climb up the green hill the school resides on, yanking the doors open.

Everyone glances at me, whispering to their friends who knows what. There are rumors that I drowned my little sister, and everyone thinks I’m deranged and don’t deserve to be here, even though I still passed the induction exam before coming here. Sometimes it’s hard to believe some of these people passed that exam.

I trudge towards my locker, to retrieve my needed books of the day. A little, folded, note fell to the ground, and I furrowed my eyebrows.

“What the?” I say my thoughts aloud. I pick it up, and see my name scrawled across the top in intricate penmanship.

I unfold the little piece of paper.

Dear Pria, I know that these times are rough for you, but just know that I will always be here for you. No matter what. I want my friend back, even in all her craziness, I need her.

———Jack



I shove the piece of paper away into the back of my locker. Shutting it hard. “Someone is having a rough morning,” Laughs Cindy to my right. I glare at her, and walk away to my first class.

During lunch period, my favorite period, I make my way outside with a tray of food. But someone blocks my path to the table.

That someone being Cindy, wonderful. “You have some nerve to be here, when you know you don’t belong. Never have, and never will. They shouldn’t let the dirty, poor, likes of you into a school this nice.” She snarls, and scrunches her nose in disgust.

“Your mother shouldn’t have birthed a demon from hell, but here you are!” I fire back. She gasps, and looks offended. “Doesn’t feel so nice when others give you back what you give, does it?” I raise my eyebrows at her, waiting for her reply.

It all happens so fast, I don’t see it coming. Cindy reaches out, and shoves me into the vast waters. Fear locks me in place, like a cage. Unwanted memories fill my mind up to the brink. Flashes of brown curls, and brown doe eyes. A giggle of pure innocence, before the screams of terror.

Present

Bubbles rise up all around me. Racing to the surface to escape the dark depths of the deep blue waters. I try to rise up to the surface, but my arms feel like blocks of cement. I freeze in fear, and just accept that I’m going to die. Maybe this is a good thing? Maybe I will finally be with her? My eyes start to close, but the last thing I see is a blurry figure reaching out to me.

Darkness is all I see. Am I dead? Suddenly, light greets me again. I cough out the salt that burns my throat, gasping for air. I blink up at the figure above me.

My vision clears to see a familiar face, that brings back memories. Jack. Mixed emotions fill me up at once. He still has those floppy blond curls of his, those apple green eyes. He looks concerned. Oh right, I almost died. “Are you alright?” He questioned.

“Yep, almost drowned there,” I chuckle, cringing at myself. He sheepishly smiles down at me, and reaches his arm forward.

He helps me up into a sitting position, before helping me rise to my feet. “Thank God, you’re okay. You almost gave me a heart attack there.” I fumble with my drenched shirt, looking anywhere but at him. “Thank you for saving me.” I say, looking up at him. “Of course I would.” He replies.

Suddenly, anger contorts his face when he looks behind me. He marches past me, and I turn to see him walking towards Cindy.

She stops laughing when she sees him, looking shocked. “What were you thinking? You could have killed her?” He points back at me. “She deserved it, especially since she drowned her sister!” Cindy said defensively. Jack raises his brows in shock. “Really? You’re that stupid to believe she drowned her own sister? Have you ever even met her sister before she died?” She scoffs and turns, walking away. Jack shakes his head, and walks back to me. “That one needs some growing up.” He says. “I couldn’t agree more.”

“Come on, let’s take you home.” He places his arm around me, and guides me to his boat. I leave his arms, “No, it’s fine! I have a boat,” I point to it. Jack looks at the boat, then turns back to me with a blank expression on his face. “I’m not taking no for an answer, it will be safer on mine. Also, there will be a storm soon.” He says.

I look up at the sky. Grey clouds roll in, and to top it off, a flash of lightning splits the sky, before the sound of thunder roars.

“Fine, but only this once.” He looks satisfied with that, and then guides me to his luxurious boat.

There are cushioned seats inside, an awning for shade, and even a snack bar. Wow. I climb down the steps, and take a seat. “Alright, let’s go.” He drives his boat away from the dock, and we’re out at sea. “You remember where my house is?” I ask. “Yeah.” Is all he replies. Fifteen minutes later, we made it into my neighborhood. I feel embarrassed at the state of the shack-like homes. This is Jack, I tell myself. You used to play when you were little. He would never judge you, because you live in a shithole, and he lives in a mansion on a tall green hill. When we stop in front of my door, it bursts open. Mom comes rushing out, frantic. “Oh my gosh! What happened to you?” She cries out.

I climb out of the boat. “I’m fine mom, it’s okay.” I hugged her. Behind her, I see Jack climbing out of the boat. My eyes widened. “No” I silently mouth the word to him. If she sees him, she’s going to keep him here for hours, talking his ears off. He looks confused. “What are you looking at?” Mom turns, and sees Jack.

There goes his afternoon.

“So Jack, how’s everything going?” Mom asks, as she makes him a cup of her famous “berry crazy” juice. “Everything’s going great, actually. Dad just sold another part of the land in the Canals.” He replies, stuffing his mouth with one of mom’s delicious cookies. The Canals is a trading center that is known for all its prosperity in commerce.

“That’s nice to hear dear.” She pulls out the cutting board and knife, chopping some fruits up. “Why don’t you two head outside? Get some fresh air while I batch up some of my goodies?Come on, get some fresh air!” As if we don’t already without glass panels, and cracks in the foundations of the walls.

“Come on,”I pull Jack outside with me and take a seat on the plastic chair. He settles down next to me, sighing.

We both look out at the horizon. The sun melts away, leaving its rays of purple, and pink hues. “You know, I miss her a lot.” I say, still looking at the sunset. In my peripheral vision, I see Jack look at me. “Me too.” He solemnly says. “Imagine if she had lived? Where would she be today? She shouldn’t have died, especially at such a young age. She had a long life ahead of her.” I say, brushing tears off my cheeks with the back of my hand.

“She would be proud of the person you are today.” He says, turning towards me again.

“Even with all the hardships of life, you push through, never backing down.” “Look at you being all mushy,” I chuckle, still brushing tears away.

“Do you still paint?” Jack asks me. “That was when we were little. Things have changed Jack.” I say gesturing around us. He sighs, “you’re right.” But then he gasps, it seems he has an idea. “My dad has an art gallery in one of his plazas.” Maybe you can showcase some of your work there.”

I look at him in disbelief. “You think they’ll accept the likes of me to showcase art in a gallery? Come on, Jack. That's not realistic.” I shake my head. “They haven’t seen your talent yet, though. All that you paint on a canvas to reach an audience, and capture their attention.” I think about it for a second, would they really like my work?

“You know what, just sleep on it.” Jack says, getting up. He brushes off his clothes. “Fine, but don't be disappointed if I decide not to do it.” I stand up, too.

We both walk back inside. “I have your berry crazy juices made! Here’s one for you, and you.” Mom exclaims, handing both of us our drinks. “Thanks, mom,” I smile while taking a sip. “Thank you miss Sanchez.” Jack raises his glass and takes a sip. “Of course!” Mom replies.

Jack then leaves a few minutes later. Taking the goodies mom made for him with him. We both wave bye at him, as he leaves the dock.

It’s night time now, and after taking a shower, I crawl onto my small bed. There’s a heavy feeling in my gut. I don’t know why, but I just have it.

I sigh, exhausted from the day. I reach out to my right nightstand to read my family journal. I open it up and start reading. This part of the book really catches my attention. It discusses the city of Miami before it was ruined by this rise of sea water.

There were restaurants all lined up on the streets, parks, beaches. People could watch movies at the theater, there was more to do. I wish I could have lived in that type of environment, but I unfortunately do not.

The next day, I’m sitting in my chair eating breakfast when I hear a knock on my door. I push back my chair, and stand up. I walk to the door, open it. “Hi, Jack. You’re back so soon.” I say, gesturing for him to come inside. “I couldn’t wait any longer to hear your decision.” He smiles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Ok, first, do you want something to eat or drink?” I ask. “I’ve already eaten.” He shoots back. “So, what’s your decision?” He asks me. I thought about it for a while last night, contemplating. But then that chapter of the book really inspired me. “Yes, I’ll do it.” I replied.

He punches the air in excitement. “You won’t be disappointed, this is an amazing opportunity!” He then wraps his arms around me. I awkwardly pat his back. We’ve known each other since we were young children, but haven’t talked to each other in a while.

He pulls back, and cups my face, smiling down at me. “Sorry,” he pulls back, and clears his throat looking anywhere else but at me with a bit of a red hue to his cheeks. What was that?

Two hours later, we arrived at our destination. The Canals trading center. It is full of life, bustling with people.

I see a stand where there are two people trading items, one of them being a loaf of bread, and the other a roll of rope. Jack pulls me into a small hole in the wall type shop. It is tiny, but cozy. There is pottery of all kinds of sea creatures littered along the shelves. A tiny corner that has a small library, and an armchair.

Something then captures my eyes. Tubes of paint, all colors of the rainbow and different shades. I gasp, and beeline for them leaving Jack’s side.

I pick up one of the tubes, and rub my fingers against the smooth feel of it. “Haven’t seen those in a while, hmm?” Jack says. An image comes to mind. Me sitting outside on a patio, with my little sister in my lap, painting messily on the canvas. “What do you think of my bird, Pria?” Lizzy asked. “Hmm, I don’t know. It looks more like a dog.” She gasps in offense, well yours looks like… like.. actually it is pretty good.”she stares in amazement at my painting of the seagull. I smile down at her “Thank you, Lizzy. And I was just joking. Yours is so well detailed, are those feathers that I see?” She beams up at me, nodding her head up and down. “Yes, you noticed!” She exclaimed. “You know, you’re going to be the best artist in the world someday.”

“Pria?” I’m pulled out of the memory by the sound of Jack’s voice. “You okay, there?” I look up at him, he looks down at me. “Yeah,” is all I reply with. He looks unsure about my answer, but then sighs. “Ok, if you say so.” He then retrieves a long box of the shelf next to the tubes of paint. “Look at what I found.” He hands me the box, and I open it up to see at least a dozen different sized paint brushes.

My mouth drops open in shock. “We have to get you these.” He says, taking the box of paint brushes, and paint tubes. I rush up to him when he walks towards the cashier. “No, no, don’t worry Jack! I’ll find a way to get them.” I hurry to explain. “Nonsense, what time would be better than now for you to have the supplies an artist needs.” I open my mouth to say something else, when he gives me the look. The one where he has no more room for nonsense. I shut my mouth.

“Thank you for getting me those supplies, even though you didn’t have to.” I say to him as we walk in the direction to the art gallery. “Those art supplies deserve to be used by someone with such a talent of yours. I couldn’t let you walk out of there empty handed.” Warmth fills my cheeks at his compliment.

He holds the door open for me to the gallery, waiting for me to come in. I thank him, taking in my surroundings once I walk inside.

It is open space, with tall white walls. Natural light illuminates the art pieces that have their own spots in the room. “It’s so beautiful.” I exhale in awe. “I agree with you, dear.” I jump, and turn to see a man in a sharp suit. Eyeglasses are perched on the high bridge of his nose.

“My name is Gabriel, I’m the gallerist of this gallery and who may you be?” He inquired.

“Oh, my name is Pria, sir. I’m one of the applicants that would like to showcase some of her art.” I reach out, ready to shake his hand. He looks down at it like it's dirty, taking in my appearance. I feel like a fish being dissected. He then reluctantly shakes my hand.

“Pria, did you see the painting of the woman crying?” Jack’s voice grows louder as he walks towards the room Gabriel and I are in. “It looked like her tears were actually rolling down her face—oh.” He freezes in the doorway. “Hello,” he says. Gabriel looks astonished to see Jack. “You’re Mr. Willton’s son.” Jack looks uncomfortable, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. “Yes, I am.” Gabriel leaves his spot in front of me, to go shake Jack’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you sir. I can’t thank your father enough for letting me buy this gallery!” Jack smiles awkwardly.

A couple of hours later, I’m back inside my home. Gabriel thankfully accepted me to showcase some of my art. Even if he did it just because I’m friends with Jack. What matters is I get to paint.

I rush into my room, and immediately get started. I open the top, and squirt some paint on a little plate. Red, orange, yellow, black. I pick up one of the brushes and dip it into the black glob of paint. The strokes of the brush against the canvas calm something in me. I paint what I imagine to be a street. In the book, it said that there would be cars on these streets. I paint what I imagine cars to look like.

After finishing this painting, I work on another. I get lost in time, immersed in the world of beauty.

The next day, Jack stops by to pick up my art piece collection. I’m full of nerves, and anticipation, as we make our way to the gallery in Jack’s boat. After arriving in the center, we walked towards the grand entrance of the art gallery. Everyone inside is dressed in beautiful dresses and suits. The dress I’m wearing is in plain black, and doesn’t have any of the details most of these do. Cut that out. It doesn’t matter if I'm in a clown costume for goodness sake. I reprimanded myself. I see the labeled stands for my pieces, and place them on top of each one.

I walk around the art gallery with Jack, taking in other pieces.

In my peripheral vision, I see some people stand in front of my pieces. They freeze, and stare at it. I feel my nerves emerging again. “Jack, can we go to the other room, please?” He looks at me. A questioning look in his eyes, until he sees the people in front of my pieces. Understanding why now, we both walk outside.

“I don’t know Jack. I’m not so sure the guests enjoyed my art.” I quietly say. “Don’t put those negative thoughts into your head. Let’s just wait until Gabriel comes back with the results.” Jack replies.

“Ahem,” a throat clearing makes me glance at the person in the doorway. It’s Gabriel. “Ms. Sanchez, the majority of the guests tonight, have stated that they would like to see more of your work.” My eyes widened. This can’t be true. Is this a dream? “Pinch me,” I tell Jack. “What?” Jack scoffs. “Pinch me.” I say again. “Pria, this is real. There is no need to pinch you.” Jack proudly says.

“The people that looked at your art heard you. They could see your vision.” He says. “Some of the guests liked how each painting of yours showcased life before the sea level rising. In particular, the one with the street full of vehicles, and flashing lights caught the most attention.” Gabriel explained.

My eyes start to water, I never imagined that I would be in this position, but here I am. Without the encouragement, and love of my little sister, I wouldn’t have been able to have done this. Lizzie, your big sister is an artist.

The End