𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙇𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙤𝙥𝙨📍

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝟣.

I sat there. Staring at the wall of the tiny room that we were required to be in until our parents came to pick us up. Or in my case, until my mom got off of her shift at the school. I stared down at the soup my mother had gotten me as a 'snack'.

It was only my first day in this whole School Age Care thing and she was already making me look extra. At this moment I realized that I was simply alone as I was seated at the back table, radiating depressing energy. My mom came over to me and placed her hand on my small eleven year old shoulder, I looked up at her with a blank expression as she spoke, "Emma, you should really socialize with some other people when they get here. Trust me I think you will be surprised by who you meet."

I ignored what she said as the rest of the afternoon kids came piling into the room. I turned around in my chair and faced all the kids. I recognized most of them, mainly the girls that were in my grade. I recognized one of the other kids as well, but not because she was in my grade. In fact, she wasn't in my grade at all. I took a good look at her as she walked over to the small bookshelf that had all of the art supplies on it.

I remembered where I knew her from, was it the play?... Burkel Bunch? I at least think that was the name of that group of people. All I remember is that they normally perform plays or theatre shows for the school. However, I could be very wrong.
Before I knew it she was approaching the table I was seated at. As she made her way closer I quickly turned back around and pretended I wasn't looking at her or the other people that came into the small room. She sat in the seat next to me which utterly confused the hell out of me because why would she sit next to someone she doesn't know? I hadn't even introduced myself and she was already confusing me. As she sat down she looked over at me and down at the table in front of me that had my sketchbook and pencil on it. She gave a faint smile and looked down at the items she had collected from the art shelf.

I shot her a smile as well, hoping it would at least spark a conversation. I don't understand why I became so awkward as did that. there was no reason to be.

She opened the spiral notebook and picked up the wooden number two pencil and began to sketch out what I thought was a dog or a wolf. From what I could see she was a good artist.

She had light brown hair and from what I could see she had also had faint highlights and had the tips of her hair dyed different colors of blue. It was a very unique choice in hair color, very bold. Her hair was a little past her shoulders. She seemed intriguing to say the least. As I eyed her up and down I noticed she was wearing mainly dark colors. She wore black leggings that went down to her ankles and a navy blue graphic tee that seemed rather long for her body type. As I glanced down at her feet I noticed she was wearing a pair of beaten up black converse. At least she had a taste of good fashion. Not many people at our age had a good sense of style. I got a glimpse of her eyes. they were a shade of blue that was more of an icy blue color than anything else. Her skin color was rather pale but still had that tint of color, as for her lips, well they were fairly plump and seemed to be more pouty than most lips. I eyeballed her and the canine she was sketching out on her paper.