Peyton was a very curious young lady. She always loved art, and she was so excited to go to this art gallery. The gallery featured brand new, one of a kind pieces. The kind that collectors absolutely adored. When Peyton got to the gallery, she was toured by a man wearing a navy tux. He held a pointer stick in one hand, ready to point to all the paintings. Peyton’s white blonde hair was pulled back in high ponytail, and she wore her round glasses with light pink frames.

The first piece was one of a tropical rainforest. There were toucans and monkeys everywhere around the trees. The sky was a pale blue colour, with a few faint clouds here and there. The painting looked familiar to her. Like an image she’s seen in a dream or something. It felt like dejavú to her.

“Wait a minute…” she mumbled. “I’ve seen that painting before!”

She quickly turned her head around to look at the other pieces. She recognized many of them. This gallery supposedly featured one of a kind pieces from just this month, but these pieces were years old, from places across the globe.

“Excuse me miss?” I asked one lady. “Do you recognize any of these pieces?”

“Gosh no! They’re nothing like I’ve ever seen before!” She exclaimed excitedly. “I’m thinking of buying a few of these already!”

“Ma’am, I don’t think you should do that.”

“Well, why not?”

“Because they’re fakes. They’re just copies of paintings from a few years back,” She explained. The lady shook her head and walked away. She tried pointing it out to a few others, but they all walked away from me in disbelief.

“You should take this more seriously,” one man told me.

“Some of us actually care about quality art, so stop trying to dishonour these incredible artists,” another had said.

Peyton felt like everything was warped. She cared so much about art, and these pieces were amazing, but they were fakes. She had to prove it somehow. Somehow, she had to expose this gallery.