Christiana Wildwood was lying down finishing her final touches on her artwork. She wanted not only to win numerous art trophies, but also to have her own studio. Then, raise money for kids who didn't have enough money for art classes. Christina had the chance to participate in her school's art competition, The Lighthouse Talent Show. The Lighthouse Talent Show was hosted by the Hugger Krater Art School. The talent competition had enough money for the winner to have their own studio. That wasn't the end of talent show awards. The winner's work would be sent to the University of Chicago and entered into the National Visual Art Competition. If Christiana won the talent show, she would have her own studio and the chance to go to nationals. Paige Ocean, a student at Hugger Krater School, had also heard about this event. Paige also wanted to have her own studio to pursue her artistic career. However, Paige had a different dream than Christiana. Paige had wanted to study art and exhibit her work. These two girls were rivals and were hoping to win this exciting event. ChristianaChristiana was brainstorming ideas for the Lighthouse Talent Show in her room when her phone started ringing. A message from Paige was sent a few seconds ago. The text read: "Don't even sign up for the talent show because I'm going to win." Christina dropped her phone and started to panic. Christina felt a drop of sweat running down her back. Christiana hadn't done anything to Paige except win more competitions than her. Christina and Paige hadn't been friends since they were in fourth grade. They were both exceptional at art and participated in many art exhibitions. If one of them won the talent show, they would become well known... middle of paper...... or finish it all in a week. When I started to finish my artwork, the judges said it had to have this many colors, oil, paint, pencil and crayon. I had to start all over again. I took a deep breath and started sketching the room. The work I did for the talent show was something my father loved. My father never pays attention to what I do in my works. I tried to show my father that I was doing this, this was my artistic career. I really wanted to impress my father with what I do. My twin sisters are strong varsity volleyball players in ninth grade. Therefore, my father focused his attention on my sisters. I felt really left out of the family and hated being the middle child in the family. After art shows, I would come home and my mother would congratulate me but my father would drink his coffee. I felt like I was the third wheel in my family.