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Post by Annika Morgan on Nov 19, 2007 1:57:15 GMT -5
With her tattered messenger bag, Annika made her way out of the school. After having just gotten here this morning and already unpacked the few things she had, she decided to explore a little. This entire place couldn't be /that/ horrible, and she dreams of finding someplace where she can sit peacefully and draw. Rounding around the back of the school, she found herself at a garden. Seeing it empty, she walked in and sat down with her back against the fountain in the center. This was very peaceful. She extracted her drawing pencil and sketch pad from her bag. Of all of the numerous things she owned, these two were the second and third most precious things to her, right behind the picture of her and her father on her fifth birthday. That had been a great year.
A sigh escaped her lips, bringing her away from that memory and back into her reality. Slowly, Annika began sketching away the drawing of a tree off beyond where she was, stopping only occasionally to brush a strand of her hair from her face. Her outfit today was ordinary: a pair of skinny and worn-out jeans, a white Rancid tee shirt, and black high-top Converse which were also very worn-out. She never got much from her uncle, besides bad experiences and memories. Thinking about this while pausing to examine the top of her shoe, Annika sighed again. Only two years of this, right? |
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