donât think the figures look as good as Iâd imagined theyâd look, and I donât like entering something thatâs less than perfect.â
âWould you let us see them?â asked Naomi.
I hesitated and Grace jumped in.
âI think it would be good if the others saw them,â she said quietly. Then she turned her palms up, as a look of complete bewilderment came over her face. âYouâll all think sheâs crazy not to enter when you see the brilliant work sheâs done.â
A picture of my friends staring at the figures on the rubbish dump came into my head, and I tensed up at the thought of them all racking their brains to try and think of something nice to say to make sure I wouldnât be upset.
âNo, theyâre not worth seeing, honestly. And anyway, Iâve chucked them away, so thatâs the end of that.â
Then later I had the terrible task of going to tell Mr. Cary what Iâd decided.
âAh, Jess!â he said, with a smile as I approached him. âCome to give in your card?â
âErâ¦noâ¦actuallyâ¦â
His smile dissolved into a look of big concern. âWhatâs up, Jess?â
I took a deep breath and sucked my lips in tight, quickly practising the words Iâd prepared, then I spoke them in a rush. âIâve decided not to enter because I donât like what Iâve done. Itâs notâ¦right.â
Mr. Cary shook his head slowly. âNo, no, no,â he said quietly. âThatâs just an artistâs thing, Jess. You work and work on something and after a while you canât see it objectively any more and it doesnât feel fresh and original and you start to have doubts. Reallyâ¦â
âNo, itâs not that. I just know itâs rubbishâ¦â
âWell why donât you let me be the judge of that. I wonât push you into entering if you really donât want to, but Iâm sure Iâll be able to see something in your work that you canât see yourself because youâre just too close to it.â
âIt wonât make any difference. I just donât want to enter it.â
He shook his head again and I could tell he was really sad. âHave you filled in the card?â
âI didnât see the point.â
âOkay, Jess, just do that one thing for me. Just fill in the card. Write whatever you would have written.â
I shrugged. I didnât really get why Mr. Cary wanted me to do that. He was still looking at me so I shrugged again and said, âAll right.â
He looked carefully at me then. âI need you to promise to do the card for me, Jess.â
I didnât understand why he was so insistent. What was he going to do with it?
âI promiseâ¦as long as you chuck it away when youâve looked at it.â
He sighed and gave me a sad smile. âYou drive a hard bargain, Jess.â Then he glanced behind me because Katy was rushing in, flapping her card.
âIâve done it.â
âExcellent, Katy. Go and display it next to your jewellery.â
But Katy turned to me instead, with pleading eyes and praying hands. âPlease, please change your mind, Jess.â
âWhat are we going to do with her?â Mr. Cary asked Katy, folding his arms and tipping his head on one side.
âI donât know. We all think sheâs totally mad,â said Katy, grabbing my shoulders and looking urgently into my eyes. âJust think about how exciting tomorrow afternoon is going to be, Jess, when Brian Hodgson judges the exhibition, and we get the afternoon off to look round all the artâ¦â
That weight of sadness came over me again. Iâd so wanted Brian Hodgson to look at my work. But then I imagined him and everyone else looking at my sightless figures and felt more sure than ever that I was doing the right thing.
âThereâs the big barbecue, remember?â went on Katy,
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