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Against a backdrop of trees or bushes is a row of potted plants, plastic buckets and discarded pans. To the far left is a red easel with a picture on it. The easel is falling over backward.

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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100

VIEWPOINT

“Look at me!” Jarvis flexed his muscles in front of the mirror. “Strong and healthy like the President.”

Jarvis had it all—athletic and intellectual prowess—while Norman struggled with basic reading and Math. Algebra with its x’s and y’s eluded him.

Watching his older brother, Norman sighed. He’d heard the stories of President Teddy Roosevelt exercising his way to robust health after being a sickly child.

He glared at his own gangly reflection. “I’ll never be an athlete.”

Picking up one of Norman’s sketches, Jarvis shook his head. “And I’ll never be the artist you are, Mr. Norman Rockwell.”

This is an artist…illustrator, whatever you deam the correct title…I’ve always looked up to. He was amazing!