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Avadia woke up as the dawn light shone through her dorm room. She usually wasn't up this eary, not in Autumn, but the stupid light woke her up. She decided to go for a walk, and think about some things. Avadia threw on her wetsuit, and looked for some clothes to go over top. She put on a white 'I love NZ' shirt, and some denim jeans. Even though wearing jandels with jeans wasn't a brillient idea, Avadia did it anyway. That was her way, jandels with pants, sneakers with shorts. Rather odd really, but lots of things about Avadia were odd.
She yanked a brush through her hair, and put on a yellow headband, yellow clashing with her paper-white skin. Avadia clambered through the portrait hole, and wandered off to the castle grounds. The lake seemed like a good place to go, so she started to walk outside, grabbing a few pieces of sushi as she passed the Great Hall.
The pinkish sky had silver clouds drifting, and basicaly being clouds. It reminded her of an oil drawing, how the colours mixed together. Her sketchpad was in a brown messenger bag she carried around her shoulder, she could draw the lake if she wished.
Avadia felt a pang of regret as she looked into the black waters of the lake. Her friend Evelyn, a mermaid in Scotland would have loved it here; lots of people to talk to. She wondered if there were mermaids in this lake, or any as friendly as Evelyn. She sat down, and took off her bag, and dumped it beside her.
Avadia took out her sketchpad, and flipped through it, trying to find an empty page. She flicked through portraits of people; her family, her friends, various landscapes, until she found a clean page. She began to sketch the lake, but not as it was. How she saw it, not black and dull, but bright. She was only using a gray pencil, but somehow her drawing looked colourful.
She yanked a brush through her hair, and put on a yellow headband, yellow clashing with her paper-white skin. Avadia clambered through the portrait hole, and wandered off to the castle grounds. The lake seemed like a good place to go, so she started to walk outside, grabbing a few pieces of sushi as she passed the Great Hall.
The pinkish sky had silver clouds drifting, and basicaly being clouds. It reminded her of an oil drawing, how the colours mixed together. Her sketchpad was in a brown messenger bag she carried around her shoulder, she could draw the lake if she wished.
Avadia felt a pang of regret as she looked into the black waters of the lake. Her friend Evelyn, a mermaid in Scotland would have loved it here; lots of people to talk to. She wondered if there were mermaids in this lake, or any as friendly as Evelyn. She sat down, and took off her bag, and dumped it beside her.
Avadia took out her sketchpad, and flipped through it, trying to find an empty page. She flicked through portraits of people; her family, her friends, various landscapes, until she found a clean page. She began to sketch the lake, but not as it was. How she saw it, not black and dull, but bright. She was only using a gray pencil, but somehow her drawing looked colourful.