The Artist

Kia Ora, this is my writing that I did for week twelve, hope you like it.\
                         


The little girl Ava who lived in France longed to be an artist from her young age. She would  just draw something and it would come to life. Her Father was an artist in the village. Whenever Ava found her father painting she would always knock down the drawing and spill paint on it and the paintings came to life. Ava’s parents were really proud of her.

 Ava was the best drawer in the countryside, she loved going to a garden which was a quiet place. There in the Garden she would sit for hours and work on one of her drawings.  Once she sat in her room and started drawing, it took her hours of work.  She was drawing a ship. After hours of work she had finished. As Ava spoke the magic word, the ship’s sails started to flutter as if a strong breeze blew through the room. She loved this moment, seeing her creations come to life. It was the best thing she could ever imagine.       

She had done so many other drawings but this was the best one yet. All the other one were 3D too. Her 3D drawings were about humans, animals, rocks, nature and the best one of them was ships and boats. Ava had sold all of her other drawings except for  the ships and boats.  The museum asked for the ship but she was not willing to give it, but when her parents told her to give it to the museum she gave it. That was because she never ever wanted to hurt anyone’s feelings, especially her parents. Then after a year or two her family had to go to the city to live there. Even though she had moved houses from the village, she never forgot the people in the village and the people in the village never forgot her. 

 If I could draw anything and it would come to life I would draw a puppy because I really want a puppy. What would you draw?