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THE MIDNIGHT CANVAS: UNDERGROUND ART SHOW. BRING YOUR BEST. WINNER GETS A SCHOLARSHIP TO THE PRESTON ACADEMY.

When her turn came in the darkened warehouse downtown, the other artists showed oil paintings of fruit and polished sculptures of wire. Mandy stood in the center of the room, her red hair glowing like an ember in the dark. She plugged in her device, and suddenly, the ceiling of the warehouse was gone. redhead teen mandy

The red hair wasn’t just a color for Mandy; it was a warning label. It pulsed like a live wire under the harsh fluorescent lights of the Westview High cafeteria, a messy crown that seemed to vibrate with her restless energy. At sixteen, Mandy was a storm in a thrift-store denim jacket, her pockets always stuffed with charcoal pencils and crumpled receipts she’d drawn on during Algebra. THE MIDNIGHT CANVAS: UNDERGROUND ART SHOW