THE LAST HUE_ GROUP 3_SHIFT 1_ AMERICAN LITERATURE_ #kindnessiscool #bekindbecool

I love to write my diary every single day to record gorgeous moments in my life. I'm Fiona Florence. It's been three years since I got into the art school. I'm trying my best to become the artist and today was a beautiful and sunny day. I went to school then suddenly... No pigment, no quality, smarter! You're going to privately share stuff, huh? This table can't handle anything. Seriously? No, don't! Please don't! Oh, this is so funny! Fiona, your work is absolutely gorgeous. I'm proud of you. Thank you so much, Miss Amber. Okay, everyone, let's give her a big of applause. Hey, Fiona, I have a little gift for you. Can you guess what is that? What's that, Miss Amber? Here's your results! Oh my god! Fiona, age plus... Thank you so much! Keep up your great work. I believe in you. You know what to do? Move! Hi, Fiona! Where are you going? Come here with us! Let's see what's in this box. What a pity you are tied to these silly crayons! Let us help you! Happy birthday, my sweetie! Miss Amber, so I feel a bit ill. So can you let me go to the medical office? Okay, sure will. I care. I wonder where she is. She never misses class. That's poor little puppy. Seems like she didn't show up this after the lesson, huh? It's just a bunch of crayons. Break one and buy another. What's the big deal? If you were not poor like her, how would you get it? Fiona! I didn't see you in class this afternoon. What happened? And I just saw Lilith and her gang talking something about you. Did they do anything to you? They broke my crayon. I just wanted to be an artist, live a quiet life, and not bother anyone else. Why did they do that to me? But you did nothing wrong. You were the best friend we've ever had. You still remember when you helped me draw for my father's birthday, don't you? But it didn't go well. Wow, it turns out absolutely gorgeous. Thank you so much. Or when you left tissues for Miss Amber when she was sick. You will always be kind to everyone. Fiona, you may not realize it but you yourself are more than enough. You were the kindest and the most thoughtful person that I've ever met. You are our fortune. Well, you know, kindness... ...spreads through us like color washing over expensive sketch... ...filling the great lines until the whole picture comes alive. Yeah, I got that. Yeah, that means a lot to me. Thank you so much. So, let's go. Hey, stop! What are you doing? Is it a hero going to save a princess? Who are you? You think you are some kind of savior? It isn't your business. I'm making it my business. Leave her alone. No, we don't. What are you gonna do? I have recorded everything. If you don't leave, I will send it to the school board. No. I don't think she's gonna do. But if she's sent to the school board, we'll be expelled. My mother will kill me! Oh my gosh, go now before we get detention or worse. Are you okay? I'm okay. Thank you for helping me. Take these crayons and keep going. Don't let them bring you down. Everything's gonna be okay. Thank you. Thank you so much. From those things, I realized that kindness is a two-way process. We paint the world and the world will paint us back. Just when we think we've turned gray.