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Post by Angelina Morrison on Sept 18, 2010 10:45:05 GMT 10
Breakfast had turned out pretty well; the girls she had sat with seemed really nice. Angie thought she’d liked to possibly talk with them again; it they wouldn’t mind that is. She was a little self-conscious and while the girl had never had any actual enemies; it was just hard for her to make friends.
She went to her first class Art Theory. There had never been a school in her life that she had looked forward to the classes more than this one. It wasn’t that she hadn’t taken art classes in her other schools, she had, as advanced in the subject as the individuals schools would allow. The problem was that even the advanced classes hadn’t really offered her the kind of artistic challenge she really wanted. This place did not only that she was with other students now who were as dedicated to their fields as she was to her art. It was a good thing, in her mind.
Entering the art room , the girl grabbed a seat and looked around. She had, of course, been in this room before, she had art classes last year. But this year it looked like they got some new art equipment, including some brand new easels. And some new wheels for pottery making. This was going to be good she thought.
The girl was a little early so she placed a drawing pad on the table in front of her and started sketching. It was after all what she spent a lot of her time doing.
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