,, Oh, crap."

These were the single words that Lucas slipped when his mother told him that they will have more than one hour of Art in their schedule.

,, The Principal doesn't know my problem? " Lucas complained after a moment of thinking the problem.

,, It's not just about the Principal, dear, it's a national project introduced to search for talents. He can't control the situation. "

His mother was serious,and Lucas was already rubbing his hand on his face .

,, What if...."

,,He would stop the project? That would just bring unwanted attention,and sooner or later, they will find out. I am so sorry, babe, we're useless. "

Lucas left the room in despair. He has to do something. If his mother is correct, they will have to start sooner and do an extra Art class everyday. They will bust him, for sure.

,, What can I do? What can I do? Think , Lucas , think. "

He was rolling around his room , uncontrolled, mumbling all over again the same words, 'till it hit him.

,, Things have to cool down first. And then , I would miss the classes. No one can blame me , and the students would think I just hate school or Art. "

At school, the Principal called him. He raised his head slowly and stared inside , to see how the office looks, and he caught him behind, tapping his shoulder.

,, I am so sorry, I was just curious. "

,, Lucas, we have some important things to discuss. I can steal you from the Art class as we talk. Nobody will figure it out. "

,,Thanks , Sir. "

,, Just follow me inside and answer honestly."