Mistaken Identity

I opened my briefcase. I looked at the things in it and smile. I took up my paintbrush and rubbed it on my skin. My brief case was made specially for my arts. I love painting. It was my favorite hobby growing up and today I will be following up on it. I haven't painted in five months because my job took all my time. The only day I got free was Sunday but I'd always end up with leftovers so I had to complete it.

I closed my briefcase; I exit my home and made it to front door. I never really came outside before but today I will. Henrique went to the store with Mr. Wilson and I was home alone.

I walked until my foot touched the sand. I smiled and take in the fresh air from the sea breeze. I sat on the sand. I took of my sandals and placed them beside me. I brought my hand to my dyed hair and took out the rubber band. My hair fell on my shoulder. I opened the briefcase and took out the canvas board. I set it to stand and took out my paints. I looked around me for something to paint. I my eyes spot a wonderful house similar to the one I was now living in. But this house was closer to the sea. It was more like a beach house I looked wonderful. I turned in the direction of the house, I took up my tools and started to work.

A hour in my painting I started to hear screaming. I looked to far left to see a woman and a man, both blonde. The man was on top of her tickling her. She giggled and started to scream. Her foot kicked him in his shin and he dress back. She quickly got up and made her to the water. Before she entered he grabbed her waist with one of his hand. He brought he in a hug. He started to kiss her neck then she braced back and kissed him on his lips.

I turned back to my painting and smiled. I wish I had a man like that. There was clear evidence that he loved her. The way he looked in her eyes then captured her lips with his. I guess some persons where destine to life of love while other like me a life without love only distress.

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the paint. I made it back to the briefcase. I placed the paints and the brush it there. I held the finish product in left hand and the briefcase in the right. I walk back to the mansion. As I opened

the hell is she?" he asked. I wonder who they were talking about. He continued shouting I tunred to see the Ms. Wilson she held Henrique in her hand. He

smile immediately came on my

I ignore it. I reached the

be crying." I heard Carter's voice. I

are you talking

I shift my gaze