 curly haired prefect - "sometimes I get angry!" - 30/90 - *chicken emoji* - probably @ Disney - I speak dog
Trinetta was really finding her creative outlets this term. She had gotten in to writing, and had really stepped it up when it came to learning her German this term. She was feeling super confident in it, and figured she might be able to read full books in German soon! She hadn't done much painting, though, and that was about to change right now.
Holding a canvas she had been working on - it was really just a big abstract piece of blue and green colors hmm wonder why she had picked those and she wanted to start the next layer. She sat down in her usual spot, and then began to look around her the brushes.
Except - there were none to be found ANYWHERE. At least not in the usual places. She usually sat at the back of the room, and the jar that held the brushes was totally empty. So was the one on the next table. And the next. And the NEXT?
"What in the world?" she muttered to herself. This was weird. Had someone gone on a weird paintbrush stealing rampage?
Oh, there were some, in the middle of the room. Only a handful though, which was still not the amount there usually were in the room.
__________________ I'm still standin'________________________________________ better than I ever did
Lookin' like a true survivor_________________________________feelin' like a little kid |