Sam, a quiet boy dressed in black, sits near the window, lost in his artwork. His hands move gracefully across the page, bringing to life a dazzling scene of a moonlit garden. Around him, classmates occasionally glance over, admiring the intricate details and vibrant colors that seem almost magical.
Tom, wearing a crisp white dress, sits two desks away. His eyes linger on Sam's drawing with a mix of awe and envy.
Sam[/@ch_1]'s finished drawing rests.]
Tom lingers behind, his jealousy growing heavier with each passing second. He approaches Sam's desk, eyes darting to make sure no one is watching. With trembling hands, he contemplates how to sabotage the artwork without being caught.
"Why does everyone love his pictures so much? Maybe if they couldn't see them, they'd notice me instead,"
Sam[/@ch_1]'s drawing sits untouched, but a faint smear of water edges one corner.]
Tom had tried to spill his water bottle over the artwork, expecting the colors to bleed and swirl away. Yet surprisingly, the vibrant garden remains bright and beautiful, the paper barely damp. Other students crowd around, amazed at how the drawing seems untouched by the accident.
"I guess my picture was stronger than I thought," Sam says, smiling gently at Tom.
Tom tries again, this time sneaking an eraser from his bag and rubbing at the corner of Sam's latest picture. But the pencil lines do not fade; instead, they seem to grow darker and more defined, as if the artwork itself resists being erased.
"How is this possible? No matter what I do, his pictures stay perfect," he mutters under his breath, frustration etching lines on his face.
Sam[/@ch_1] as he shares his new drawing with the class. Laughter and applause fill the air, while Tom watches from the edge of the crowd, feeling left out but also strangely relieved.]
Sam notices Tom's expression and approaches him with an open sketchbook. "Would you like to draw with me next time? Maybe we can make something amazing together," Sam offers warmly.
The invitation softens Tom's jealousy, leaving only a quiet curiosity in its place.
Sam[/@ch_1] and Tom sit side by side, sketching in companionable silence while their classmates look on.]
Tom glances at Sam, a tentative smile forming as he realizes that creating together is far more rewarding than trying to destroy. The once-resentful boy now finds joy in his own art, inspired by friendship instead of envy.
"Thank you, Sam. I think drawing with you is the best thing I've done all year,"
Sam grins, and their laughter echoes through the bright, hopeful classroom, proving that jealousy never pays—but kindness always does.
