My Watercolors

I’ve a nice set of watercolor paints. I keep them in a bag with my bottle of ink, my calligraphy brushes, and my past paintings with those watercolors. I like watercolors, a lot. I keep the bag in the closet next to the garage.

Right now, in Spanish class, we’ve been painting self-portraits. We’re learning about Spanish artists and art terms, so my teacher decided this would be fun. It’s due tomorrow, and I had to take it home to finish because I couldn’t after-school, as I had piano lessons. It was already half-finished, half-painted. I was looking forward to using my paints at home. Really, I like watercolors.

But I can’t find my paints. I’ve looked everywhere. The last I’ve seen them was before my parents “re-organized” the house, for new windows.

Well, my parents are accusing me of being negligent, and that the paints are in my room, or something. I’ve never taken those paints to my room. Ever.

I’d forgive them for assuming, but they’re yelling at me, saying that those missing paints are my fault, and I remember when I last used/put them. They are not there. I found the past paintings abandoned in the room o’ junk, but I can’t find anything else. My dad exploded with rage.

I am a brat.