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Digital, one character, lineart, no background: 2 points
Digital, one character, coloured, not shaded or highlighted, no background: 4 points
Digital, one character, coloured, shaded and highlighted, no background: 5 points
Background (rough one): 8 points
Background (detailed): 15 points
Extra characters: 3 points
Everything is digital.
I do all generations.
I can do it for any occassion.
It was a frosty Monday morning, in a small town no more immense than ‘The Average Joe’. Only a slim amount of houses to be seen. “Today is the day” I uttered breathlessly, removing the warm boundary separating me from the cool chill of a winter’s morning. The aroma of pancakes with a hint of my mother’s homemade golden syrup left even the fullest of people wanting more. Who would ever have guessed that this would be the last remaining day in my homeland.
Treading down the oak staircase, creaking endlessly in amongst my train of thought. Why would my mother think a barren wasteland brimming with utter danger and destruction be a good place for a job? What person in their right mind would want to settle in such atrocious conditions; all it has to offer will be nothing more than huts and bush! It’s appalling. Not to mention they eat the bugs they discover, according to the television shows I have been observing when I’m home alone. I won’t even be able to go swimming without being a crocodile’s breakfast, I’ll be nothing more than a floating drumstick. “Hurry up Angelica, we don’t want to miss our flight!”
Before I knew it, we were boarding the enormous metallic structure, that would take me to my new home, my nose overwhelmed with the distinct scent of gasoline as the pilots filled up the tank. Acquiring our seats at the far end of the plane, my worst fears are now coming apparent. I tuned to my mother for a reassuring smile, only to be met face-to-face with the flight attendant. “Would you like a bag of peanuts? A glass of wine?” she pressed, extending her hand full of treats. Politely declining, I shift my head towards the glass of wonders. Take off. Peering at the everlasting sky sucked you in like a drain sucks water from the tap. Stars seemed so much more
apparent in contrast to the velvet black sky; reminding me of diamonds. The roaring of the engines sent chills up the back of my spine. If only father were here to comfort me.
“Attention passengers, please fasten your seatbelts and prepare for landing. Thank you for flying with Quantas!” blabbed the loudspeaker overhead. At last we landed at our destination. The frightening images of deserts filled with people eating bugs flooded my mind. Exiting out of the airport my eyes were met with towering sky-scrapers and advertisements galore the fragrance of cologne and fast food brimming my nostrils bustling people walking from downtown to uptown all as if they have somewhere to be honking of horns and ringtones of cell phones this was not at all what I expected in fact this is better than I expected. The people must’ve thought I was some estranged tourist. Everybody staring at me; I felt so out of place. A small French girl covered in layers of designer clothing in a place where shorts and tank tops were the ‘thing’. I didn’t know how to act or what to say as I embraced our new apartment, the sights and sounds overwhelming my senses. I have finally found where I belong, a place where I can finally call home, Australia.