Just another day. (Kendall)
Aug 11, 2009 16:07:09 GMT -5
Post by James Newton on Aug 11, 2009 16:07:09 GMT -5
James was happy to be back at the school. He couldn't wait to see his old friends and make some new ones. Actually he really did need to make new friends. He couldn't really name any friends that went to the Academy. That was a bit pathetic since this is his final year here. It made him a bit sad to realize that. The graduating part, not the no friends thing. He kind of liked to be alone, but it wouldn't kill him to make some friends. Give him something to do in his free time. Though he doubted he would manage that. People didn't seem to like him all that much. Plus he never really did go out of his way to meet people. He just kind of blended into the crowd around him, and he was just fine with that. He didn't really like to stand out. If he did he wouldn't be as shy as he was. Not to mention he had a tendency to form into the group around him. That was another thing he wanted to work on. He wanted to become his own person. He didn't want to really blend in anymore. Although standing out wasn't really his target either. He just wanted to be himself.
James walked out into the school grounds after claiming a bed in the dorm room. It was still a bit early for people to be arriving, so he didn't want to really wait around for his room mate. They would meet eventually anyway. He walked a few laps around the grounds before picking a good spot to stop and sketch. He sat down on a bench and took out his sketch pad and a few different colored pastels. He looked up at one of the older buildings and opened his book to a clean page. Several of the pages were loose and he feared them blowing away in the wind. He grabbed a rock by him and put the papers under it. He focused on the building he was trying to sketch and started to do the rough outline of it. The longer he drew the less aware he was of the world around him. As captivated as he was in his drawing he didn't notice a piece of paper holding one of his better sketches get caught in the wind and blow a short distance away. As he drew he wiped his face and he didn't realize that with that action he left a rather large brown smudge across his forehead.
James walked out into the school grounds after claiming a bed in the dorm room. It was still a bit early for people to be arriving, so he didn't want to really wait around for his room mate. They would meet eventually anyway. He walked a few laps around the grounds before picking a good spot to stop and sketch. He sat down on a bench and took out his sketch pad and a few different colored pastels. He looked up at one of the older buildings and opened his book to a clean page. Several of the pages were loose and he feared them blowing away in the wind. He grabbed a rock by him and put the papers under it. He focused on the building he was trying to sketch and started to do the rough outline of it. The longer he drew the less aware he was of the world around him. As captivated as he was in his drawing he didn't notice a piece of paper holding one of his better sketches get caught in the wind and blow a short distance away. As he drew he wiped his face and he didn't realize that with that action he left a rather large brown smudge across his forehead.