"Where's my alfredo pasta?" Khloe asked innocently once she stood up from the floor and walked closer to me."I'm not your bitch!" I retorted, narrowing my eyes at her."But I'm hungry," she complained with a pout on her lips."Your fucking problem, not mine," I muttered, putting the silver key into the hole and unlocked the door of my art studio.Entering inside the room, I welcomed the familiar smell of paints and the sight of walls covered with artworks I had made so far. My white converse shoes made a squeaky noise against the wooden floor as ceiling lights automatically turned on, recognizing our arrival.As being one of the investor of this school, they gave me this private space at the fifth floor of our school administrative building, which I had furnished as my own art studio. Most of the time, I would spend painting on a blank canvas after school or during days I'm in the mood to create the vision revolving inside my head. It was no secret that I loved art so much. But they
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