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(Two Weeks Later)

"Over here people. Be careful." Kadij's personal assistant said as she motioned us over to the huge van in front of the class building.

We stood in line, each with our works in hand. The works were covered carefully so no one would see what the other had painted or drawn.

"Next." Cheryl, Kadij's assistant, ordered. I walked up to her.

"Your name, dear."

"Harlem Rahim."

She noted it down on her list.

"Give them."

I ...