want me on their team. I had started to lose the weight at age thirteen but even when the bullying had stopped, the words of the kids around me growing up would always lay there as scars that were only visible to me. It was hard to appreciate being fairly pretty now. At times I still felt like that little fat kid and I would hear the words of the bullies in my head, but I would sometimes use those feelings as inspiration for my art. It was a good way of venting the past.
On my way out I said goodbye to Lisa.
“See ya later Alex! Have a fab day!” she sang from her bedroom. That's what most people called me, Alex, short for Alexandra. At work it was Ms Walker and if my mother was angry with me, it was always Alexandra!
I grabbed the bus up to the Royal Mile where I worked. The buildings were mostly old looking and grey. A lot of bay windows, which made them look instantly prettier and rather cosy. There was something so artistic about Edinburgh. The way it had formed over the years made it seem more like an interesting puzzle with hills, cobble streets, winding roads and all kinds of buildings that were from several hundred years ago to new buildings recently built. It made for a fascinating view you never grew tired of.
Before I got to work each day I always went to Costa Coffee and ordered a skinny latte for me and a black coffee for my boss. Morning coffee bliss! Today the sun was actually out, so there was no need for the umbrella yet, but knowing lovely Scotland you could never be too sure when the next rain would appear.
I walked up to a golden framed door which had the name 'The Golden Art gallery' on top of it; this was my