I HATE ART, I HATE ART, I HATE ART! WITH ALL MY HEART! OH why did that have to rhym? My class was on a school trip to an art museum. I had already gotten in trouble for writing, "I hate art." on my journal we made out of cardboard and glue. everyone In my class already knows I hate art and they don't care. Except for thos girl named Gabriela. But I could care less about what she says, she can't force me to love something I HATE. And who is gonna do something about it? No one. Eugh, and I HATE how blank this art museum is. if it's an art museum why not throw I a little twang into it huh? The class went on their seprtate ways and toom a look around. I sigh as i drag my feet along the hall way. I turn a corner and see a pain ring, a painting that surprisingly has caught my Interest. I walk closer to the painting as a stare at it. I read the signature, "Hanoko Akemi." surely that can't by the name of the creator. right? the painting shown a lady wearing a pink cherry blossom kimono. She had bun on her hair and was smiling. I don't know what's come over me, usually I'd hate art. and diss on it. But-but I smiled back at the painting. I quickly stop smiling and walk away. As I walk a way a hear a CLANK, SHATTER! I quickly turned around to see the painting on the floor, it frame, broken. There was know ways that painting fell just by me staring at it, it was obviously gravity. I star at the painting for moment. I see a hand rise out of the painting, the another hand leading to body and legs. my eyes go wide. She looked exactly like the girl in the painting. She was like...eight feet tall. It was a moment of silence, my breathing became shallow. The lady raised her hand, and directed it towards her painting. I knew what she wanted me to do, she-she wanted me to go inside her painting. There's no way,...