Pressing charcoal to paper, I continue with my art piece. We've been assigned to do a self-portrait, using any medium we wish. Seraphina happens to sit across from me. She's using oil paints for her portrait, painting herself in the ocean.
"All the guys were commenting on how good you looked at the Ball," I hear Seraphina say. I look up and meet her hazel eyes – she's addressing me!
"Oh, thank you," I stutter.
Well, that was a compliment and a half!
"Did you go to Afters?" I ask, picking up the conversation.
"No, Seraphina sighs, "Dad wanted to leave for Exmouth early the next day."
"How was Exmouth?" I ask further.
"Good," Seraphina nods, "I got to swim with a whale shark for the first time."
I've already seen this on her Instagram. And on her blog.
"Did you have to introduce Mick to your parents?" Seraphina asks me.
"No, I don't think Mum knew I had a date."
"Really?"
"How about you, though?"
"Yeah," – Seraphina bends herself closer to me – "Dad didn't like him."
"Oh!"
"He's not my type so it's fine," Seraphina says, swiping the air. Then her mermaid hair cascades over her work and she resumes her portrait.
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𝙾𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝙴𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜
Teen FictionIn a southwest Australian beach town, not all is well in paradise... Eden's struggle with perfectionism peaks in her final year of high school. Already a competitive athlete and aspiring marine biologist, she's now striving to be 'beautiful' too. Or...
