Post by cypress on Apr 14, 2012 9:49:01 GMT -5
Cypress sat down at a glitter-gluey bench in the Arts and Crafts board, smoothing her white floral sundress as she sat. It was early in the morning; dawn was breaking and the camp seemed as though it were teeming with secret life. Magical.
Contrary to most of her fellow camp-mates, Cypress loved to get up early. She liked being alone with just her and her thoughts and occasionally the big arts-and-crafts project she was working on. She loved watching the sun rise and welcoming the early campers into the arts and crafts tent to sketch or paint the dawn, which did happen more than you would think. She often sketched it early herself and had a portfolio of some of those somewhere in the cluttered mess of the arts and crafts tent.
Clearing a space on the table, Cypress squinted to make out the latest engraving on the table. Oh, the campers thought they could do whatever they wanted with these tables. There were some pretty interesting things written on them. Well, it was basically some kind of special boarding school for teenagers who ran wild. ADHD, dyslexic, just all-around spazzy. So she couldn't really expect the arts and crafts tables to stay clean. But didn't they have enough sense to keep the writing PG?
Sighing, Cypress grabbed her sketchbook and walked out of the tent, right outside, and began blocking in the silhouette of a tree in front of the sunrise. Finally, when she was finished, she entered the tent once more and began to finish the contours and color it in with some thin paints. She was so absorbed in her work she didn't notice the growing shadow at the door until they appeared right in front of her. "Oh, hello," Cypress said, smiling. "Good morning...anything I can help you with?"
Contrary to most of her fellow camp-mates, Cypress loved to get up early. She liked being alone with just her and her thoughts and occasionally the big arts-and-crafts project she was working on. She loved watching the sun rise and welcoming the early campers into the arts and crafts tent to sketch or paint the dawn, which did happen more than you would think. She often sketched it early herself and had a portfolio of some of those somewhere in the cluttered mess of the arts and crafts tent.
Clearing a space on the table, Cypress squinted to make out the latest engraving on the table. Oh, the campers thought they could do whatever they wanted with these tables. There were some pretty interesting things written on them. Well, it was basically some kind of special boarding school for teenagers who ran wild. ADHD, dyslexic, just all-around spazzy. So she couldn't really expect the arts and crafts tables to stay clean. But didn't they have enough sense to keep the writing PG?
Sighing, Cypress grabbed her sketchbook and walked out of the tent, right outside, and began blocking in the silhouette of a tree in front of the sunrise. Finally, when she was finished, she entered the tent once more and began to finish the contours and color it in with some thin paints. She was so absorbed in her work she didn't notice the growing shadow at the door until they appeared right in front of her. "Oh, hello," Cypress said, smiling. "Good morning...anything I can help you with?"
