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Emma was overly happy lately and she really didn't know the reason. She wasn't sure about it in any form or what was causing it, but that didn't matter. She loved it. It was fall or as most people called it Autumn "Autumn" Emma said smiling. That was such a strange name or at least she thought so. Maybe it was just one of those words like wormwood that made her laugh and smile. Emma was like that picking random words that just hit that funny note in her mind.
Emma decided as she sat in the common room that she wanted to go outside. Since it was fall there was leaves all over the ground. Maybe she would make a picture with them like she did when she was really younger. Emma would collect leaves then place them in wax paper along with crayon shavings. Then you would melt the whole thing and create what Emma considered a master piece for one.
"That sounds like fun" Emma said looking around in the common room but no one was there for her to ask to join her. "Maybe someone will be outside" She said shrugging and smiling as she basically bounced out of the common room.
Emma went outside and began picking up some leaves and placing the good ones in her bag placed carefully on her back. She wanted the ones that had the right shape and right color. This was her very own masterpiece. Though something inside made her feel like a lonely artist. She wished others would join her.
Emma decided as she sat in the common room that she wanted to go outside. Since it was fall there was leaves all over the ground. Maybe she would make a picture with them like she did when she was really younger. Emma would collect leaves then place them in wax paper along with crayon shavings. Then you would melt the whole thing and create what Emma considered a master piece for one.
"That sounds like fun" Emma said looking around in the common room but no one was there for her to ask to join her. "Maybe someone will be outside" She said shrugging and smiling as she basically bounced out of the common room.
Emma went outside and began picking up some leaves and placing the good ones in her bag placed carefully on her back. She wanted the ones that had the right shape and right color. This was her very own masterpiece. Though something inside made her feel like a lonely artist. She wished others would join her.