Disclaimer: I do not own The Sorcerer's Apprentice. This story was made strictly for my amusement and I have no rights to the character's or anything.

That was my life from ages 6-10. Until a field trip to the Manhattan Art Center changed my life forever.

The field trip was actually pretty much over by the time this life changing event rolled around. We had gone to the local park for our 30 minute Lunch, parents would pick up their children for the weekend break, and those whose parents wouldn't be picking them up would get back on the bus to the school. Down the road there was this fountain and sitting on its ledge was this beautiful girl. She had loose wavy red hair, pale skin, a pointy nose, long feathery eyelashes, and had a shiny silver flute nestled in nimble fingers. I couldn't help it; I looked at her and saw one of the fairies from my books. I pulled out my notebook and colored pencils from my bag and started to draw her. I sketched the fountain so it looked old and over run with nature. I made the water a purplish-pink and the stone a washed out blue. I sketched her naked first and then covered her most private parts with leafy vines; just like I had seen at the Art Exhibit. I left her feet completely bare. I gave her mossy green butterfly wings and entwined twigs and flowers into her hair. The only thing I didn't change was that beautiful silver flute; I even managed to make it look like the sun was glinting off the edge. I had spent almost all my lunch period on that picture; I was so proud of it. I had just signed my name in the corner with my best handwriting; like a good artist was supposed to do,

Then someone snatched my book out of my hands.

"Eeeewwwwwww! Danielle is drawing NAKED WOMEN!"

Needless to say, that got half the damn classes attention. Luckily the teacher was on the other side of the noisy students and hadn't noticed what was going on over in my area.

I tried to grab for my book but the little bitch, Cassidy I think her name was, kept it well out of my reach.

"Give it back! That's MY art! You've got no right stealing it!" I said.

I remember Cassidy had this ugly sneer on her face "Art?" she said, "You call this art? I'd call it PORN! I'm giving it to the teacher!" Then she carelessly tore the page out, threw my notebook on the ground, and proceeded to run back to the teacher.

I tackled the chit before she got three steps away.

I was trying to hold her down and grab my paper; and she was fighting me every step of the way, screaming bloody murder all the while. By then the teacher had realized the commotion and was hurrying toward Cassidy and I; gently trying to push students aside as they formed a wall around us screaming "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"

As if it couldn't get any worse, just as I finally got Cassidy to open her hand a huge gust of wind comes along and carries my paper away with it. I quickly got up and barreled through the few students blocking my way, they were all pretty eager to move away from the "freak" that had just "attacked" Cassidy. I chased my paper across the street, around the corner, up the road, through an ally, and god knows where else. I didn't notice at the time how completely and totally lost I had gotten; all I cared about was getting my picture back. After what seemed like a marathon of running the wind blew the paper into a door. Smiling and triumphant, and more than a little out of breath, I walked up the stairs to grab it. My fingers weren't even 5 inches away when it seemed to get sucked through the mail slot.

Not believing my rotten luck, but unwilling to give up after all that trouble, I took a deep breath and opened the door.

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