Is this a Pilot?

*Bell rings*

Mom: Lisa! A card for you!

...Don't tell me it's finally the answer. Did I get in?

Well, I'm Lisa, 15 year old, attending her dream art school (schools that focus on art at my age aren't common where I live). Painting, sculpting, studying art history, getting to know other artists, styles and thoughts. This is my dream of life as a teenager. Wiu Art High School is my life changer and an whosome project for aspiring artists.

Lisa: Is that what I'm thinking it is? Tell me it is mom!

Mom: Oh dear. It is. Open it.

Lisa: I GOT IN!

It's been a month already. It's crazy. Everything was extremely slow for me but now... I only have one day left and I've barely told you anything about myself. I'm an art lover. Van Gogh is my favourite artist and my inspiration. His view of things gives me passion for art and everything art means.

I live with my mother. She and my father divorced a fer years ago. It wasn't an easy relationship because my father made many mistakes she'll never forgive him for. He has a new family but he isn't that distant, i think. We have a good relationship but he doesn't come here and my mom doesn't go to his house either. It still hurts her to see his face but i don't actually know what the reasons are. I was too young to understand and now that is just a dead subject. Maybe one day I will know, maybe not. I'm not sure if I care enough to go for it.

My social life... I've always been the kind of girl that can't be said to be an introvert nor an extrovert. I'm not exactly shy nor outgoing. It depends on the situation or the moment, my feelings and maybe the people I'm with. In kindergarten, I had thie shy friend who thought i was the most outgoing person. If that was true, I've changed. I'm not shy and I get along with people easily. I enjoy spending time with others but I don't go out of my way to talk to anyone who isn't already my friend.

I am a little apprehensive about my new social life. This would surprise anyone who knows me because I usually don't care and don't have any anxiety related to my social life, friendships, etc and this shows that I'm concerned about it. This feels like a new world that i am about to discover and everything I knew before won't be nothing like this.

Mom: Hey Lisa! Do you have everything ready for tomorrow?

Lisa: Yes, mom. They'll probably give us the list of the more specific materials we need.

Mom: Oh, right... Lisa, how do you feel about this whole thing? I mean, I know it is your dream to be an artist but I'm scared.

Lisa: What do you mean, mom?

Mom: You know. I would never want to be selfish. Never. But I'm afraid of losing you too. I don't know why I feel this way, and it's probably not a topic a mom should talk about with her daughter. I don't want to stop you. I really want you to be successful, honey. I know you will. I'm just scared, that you're growing so fast.

Lisa: Oh mom, thank you for all the support you always give me. Anything will change, I will always be here. I love you

*This is the hugging moment*

I never thought my mom would show wickness like this. She was always the kind but strong type of mom. I don't know if I have ever seen her cry. She usually doesn't show emotional dejection and she guides me through it. To me she's magical and knowing how she feels about it shows me how humanity can be magical, strong and fragile at the same time. She's the example of goodness in humanity and goodnrdd isn't something that just stands like a wall that doesn't falter or fall.

Is finally my first day. I've dreamed about this since I was a chil. That everything would be magnificent, as art, as colour, as something more.

**Phone rings**

Lisa: Hey, It's Lisa.

???: So are you telling me you weren't planning on talking to me before you went to your new dream school?

Lisa: HAHAHA! Good morning dad.

Dad: Good morning Lili. How are you feeling?

Lisa: Excited? Confused? Everything you could expect?

Dad: Hmm, that makes sense. How is your mom doing?

Lisa: Well, she's fine, I hope.

Dad: You hope? Well, ok. I hope really she is. You should come here one day and tell us about your new school. Your brother misses you.

Lisa: Okay. I will.

Dad: Bye Lili, don't forget I'm here for everything.

I guess my dad know more about my mom than I was expecting. I didn't think she would care much about this change but it looks like he does. They still think of each other, in a friendly way but things can't be thst easy for them.

Mom: Lisa! You don't want to be late do you?

I literally lost track of time. Forgetting time on the day you dreamed about all your life? I have to catch my bus!

I love the bus moment. The rerun Wheels on the bus in my headphones and the sweet voice of Melanie Martinez. Everything is so colourful. It's incredible to believe it's real. This day is actually happening. I'm getting crazier and crazier about this.

This is my stop.

I see it. My school is there. I can already call it mine.

This large place is divided into individual buildings, each with a specific function. It's not a tall school, but a spacious one that I fell in love with from afar. Painted with a sunset yellow with a calming vibe. Decorated with fences and trees all around. I feel the inspiration of paradise, the best place for an artist, made by and for them. There's also a large space where you to be with friends or just enjoy the view. It's like a pretty public garden where you can feel comfortable, like it's our new home.

I can already see a lot of people going there. They all have different styles of clothing and some are radiant. They make me feel simple. The effort they put into their first day outfit is nothing like mine, a sense of fashion that you usually only find on the internet (like Tiktok). I'm literally mesmerised. I wish I could express myself through clothes like them. Don't get me wrong, I like my style, but now I wish I could do something more, more than cute, something that would make this people think about me the way I think about them. They complete the school beauty, you can tell they belong here.

I hope I belong here too