Art Class

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Art Class By Dolores Vasquez We had homework for art class last night. We had to make a picture using just one color. Not to brag, but mine was good. Really good. But then this morning, I was running late. I just had time to get dressed and grab my bag. So I forgot to bring my picture. In class, I was flipping out. What was I going to say if Miss Griffin called on me? Gretchen got up first to show her picture. “I picked green,” she said. “So I drew a green frog on green grass. See, it has green spots on it.” Gretchen bragged on and on about her spotted green frog. I checked the clock. I had some hope! At this rate, we would not make it to my side of the room. After Gretchen, Steve got up. He showed a purple plum on a purple plate. Each kid had picked a different color. Greg had picked red. He drew a red crab on red sand. Drake had picked orange. He drew a fire with big, orange flames. I sat drumming my fingers on my desk. I began trying to plot a way out. “Maybe I can blame it on my dog...” I thought. ™ © Advanced Assessment Systems/LinkIt! Passage provided under license from PassageBank.com. Use and duplication is restricted to licensees only. Fred Flemming sat next to me. When Miss Griffin called on him, I groaned. Fred did not give me much time to plan my escape. “I picked black,” he said. “This is a truck’s tire. It is black.” Then he sat down. Miss Griffin called my name. I froze. “Trish,” she said, “please stand up.” Then, in a flash, I knew what to say. “My color is clear. I drew a flat sheet of clean, clear glass. Can you see it?” I asked. Miss Griffin did not fall for my trick. “Nice try, Trish,” she said. But I did get a couple of points for quick thinking. ™ © Advanced Assessment Systems/LinkIt! Passage provided under license from PassageBank.com. Use and duplication is restricted to licensees only.

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