Four weeks? For ten large drawings? My pulse skyrockets, and I start sweating. I've never kept a schedule with my drawings before and certainly have never had to keep any deadline other than my own. What if I can't come up with anything in time? What if they're terrible? What if Amy realizes she's made a terrible mistake?
"Well, come on then." Giordan chuckles, tugging on my arm. I realize I've been standing and staring like an i***t as he pulls me toward the door.
"Oh, uh...thank you!" I manage to say as he pulls me back outside.
My mind is like one of those carnival games where they put a person inside a box filled with dollar bills blowing through the air and give them a limited amount of time to grab as much money as they can. I simply cannot focus on a thought as hard as I try, and
