Art Day (Private)

Nerissa sat alone on the roof of her cabin with her sketchpad in her lap. It had been weeks since she had arrived at camp and not one iota of a drawing was made since then. Before camp she would spend hours upon hours drawing on the roof of her house in Greece, not there was nothing.

Opening the pad she began to sketch out the faces of a few of her friends. Edward, Alice, Anamaria, Demetrius, they all began to take shape on the paper. As she drew the world seemed to.wash away and the only thing she focused on was her drawings.