December Thirteenth, Foliis

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I sat on my bed boredly. Christmas was in twelve days, but that wasn't what was on my mind.

The party was.

It was in five days, and I was pretty nervous about it. Who wouldn't be? I was taking my crush IN PUBLIC and it was FANCY.

Gosh, just kill me now.

I got to my feet and walked to my desk. I picked up a pencil and began sketching something.

A Christmas tree formed on the the left of the image. The Professor had his arm around Claire and they were blushing.

Next, I sketched a mistletoe hanging from a tree. But who to put under the decoration? 

A smirk spread across my face and I began drawing. Luke was on the left, Flora on the right. They blushed likei idiots, which they often did when around each other. 

And then I realized how little room I had on the paper.

I began drawing Clive behind Luke, also under the mistletoe. Honestly, he would kill me if he saw this.

I drew myself behind Flora, and I had a small smirk appear on my face in both the drawing and reality.

I moved my hand over a few inches and drew Faith drinking hot chocolate. She loved that stuff, so seeing a drawing of her holding some seemed normal enough.

I sketched a figure holding a camera, which turned into Emmy. Her brown hair was cascading down her bakc.

I picked up a colored pencil set I had bought a few weeks before and began coloring. It didn't take long, as I had a mental image of what the image looked like. 

I sealed up the box a few minutes later and grabbed a tape roll. I put tape on the four sides of the paper. I jumped on my bed and taped it to the ceiling.

Not only would no one see it, but I'd have something nice to look at every night.

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