Draw My Destiny

Lucas was cornered by Tyler and his gang in the art classroom. His entry had been torn to shreds, and his easel had been kicked over. Tyler stepped on his hand. “Does trash like this even deserve to be in the competition?” Lucas curled up in the corner and closed his eyes in despair. He knocked over an old pencil holder, and a gold pencil rolled toward him. He grabbed the pencil and casually drew a door on the wall—and the door actually opened, letting in sunlight from outside. Lucas froze