It was the 24th of August, and the morning sun felt different this time. Not too hot or bright, it felt just as mellow as the feels that Lorraine felt that morning.By 6:45 a.m., she kicked off her blankets, silenced her alarm, rolled over to the side of the bed and stood up, placing her feet in her loafers.She had tossed and turned, disturbed by the anxious thoughts that flooded her mind about today, but now that it was here, she felt anew.Excitedly, Lorraine strolled into her bathroom, picked up her toothbrush and began brushing.Finally, it was here, the day she had waited, dreaded, dreamt, prepared and wished for - The Art Convention day. And she was feeling all kinds of good, or maybe it was just the weather, she couldn't tell, didn't care for it.In the days leading to the competition, Lorraine and DeAngelo had spent time going over the conducts expected of the students at the Convention, going over the names of important figures and judges and Mrs Hughes's special, how to swa
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