A Discovery of Hope (A Coming Home Again Novel Book 3) Read Online Free PDF Page B

answers, “Oh my friend, our walk has just begun today.” She looks way too excited at this declaration and I’m feeling a big dose of dread over it. I was hoping my looney hallucination faze was about to depart. I guess that’s what I get for hoping …
     
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    A week passes with my shadow constantly on my heels. She has gone back to being on mute until this morning in the stupid sketch class she bullied me into. I’m early because my last class let out only fifteen minutes in because the professor got sick. For nothing better to do, I have headed on over to the art department. I love this part of campus. There is a more free-spirited vibe around these buildings. You always find students sprawled out on the lawn, sketching or reading or listening to music. It seems so laid back. On the other side of campus, the pre-med students are very anxious and all business with their stellar focus. I realize the importance to have those types in our world, but I am not one of them. Since this semester began, I have felt a peace come over me. I feel like I am finally where I belong. In the midst of the vibrant lively art buildings, I am finally at home.
    My camera is a constant companion around my neck and I snap pictures throughout the day of various things. I’ve had it a few years now. My dad bought it for me before our family vacation to Italy, saying lots of pictures were required. I walked around snapping pictures the entire two weeks as we explored Florence to Rome to Naples. We finished our trip in the beautiful coast village of Bari. I was absolutely in love with the art of photography by the end of our vacation, but did nothing about it. I kept it as an unattainable dream, until now.
    I love when I’m given an assignment that requires me to photograph. One of my first assignments was to capture an unusual subject for my Intro to Photography class. I was sitting on the back patio at home with Hope perched on the short privacy wall. I had aimed and snapped several quick shots of her, but when I went to download them onto my computer, no Hope was captured. Instead of my angel, I had captured the most unusual beach sky. The sky was a normal vivid blue touching the waves, but in the center of each shot was a circular rainbow with a cross etched in the midst of it. My professor loved the picture and had wanted to know what computer program I used to edit the picture. This led to a long awkward talk after class with me trying convince her I didn’t use any effects and her not believing me. I still got an A for the project. I tried to ask Hope about it, but she wouldn’t answer me. It’s like she’s waiting for me to do something and I’m not sure what that can be.
    I scoot into the studio room where rows of art easel stations are set up. Only one other person has arrived. I glance and quickly dismiss him as I claim my usual station near the back of the class. I’m scared someone might be able to see my horrendous sketches if I sit anywhere else.
    Hope sits beside me and nudges my arm. “Do you see him?”
    I glance back over to the guy in question. “How could I not?” I mumble under my breath. I have noticed him since day one. It would be impossible not to, with him having bright purple spiked hair and facial piercings. Not to mention an assortment of tattoos. His normal attire is a shroud of blacks, dark blues, and greys.
    The guy’s purple head is bent towards his sketch pad and his ink stained hand is drawing fervently. I’ve stared long enough, so I pull my own sketch pad out and start flipping through the pages for the lack of anything better to do. I cringe at my poorly executed attempts. I would hate to know I ruined my GPA over this unnecessary class Hope roped me into.
    “Go speak to him,” Hope insists, and I have a bad feeling. She’s talking again so I think I just met my next mission. I look back over at him as worry settles deep in my stomach.
    I stay put, but mumble out, “Good