Amy Stone
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Amy had her photo album clutched carefully in one of her hands, and her sketch pad in her other hand. There were few places Amy went lately without her sketch pad. There was only one place Amy hadn't been lately, and that was the garden. She therefore took the decision to go and find some silent comfort there.
It was a cold day, but thankfully the rain had held off. For once Amy had dressed sensibly. She had her jeans on and her black jacket, the one which she hadn't worn since getting the news. It was almost like a bad omen for her, but she knew she had to try and help herself. Wearing this jacket would symbolise one step forward in the right direction. Still it felt..uncomfortable wearing it and she kept shifting it around.
She walked slowly round the garden, breathing in the sweet smells of the flowers as she done so. They helped clear her mind, help her think a little better. As she walked around she found a spot, just under one of the many trees. There were many benches that she could possibly choose, but she felt a little more comfortable on the soft earth.
Amy took a deep breath, closing her eyes. As she exhaled she opened her eyes slowly, and carefully placed her sketch pad on the ground next to her. After doing so she placed the photo album on her lap, and opened it.
It was a cold day, but thankfully the rain had held off. For once Amy had dressed sensibly. She had her jeans on and her black jacket, the one which she hadn't worn since getting the news. It was almost like a bad omen for her, but she knew she had to try and help herself. Wearing this jacket would symbolise one step forward in the right direction. Still it felt..uncomfortable wearing it and she kept shifting it around.
She walked slowly round the garden, breathing in the sweet smells of the flowers as she done so. They helped clear her mind, help her think a little better. As she walked around she found a spot, just under one of the many trees. There were many benches that she could possibly choose, but she felt a little more comfortable on the soft earth.
Amy took a deep breath, closing her eyes. As she exhaled she opened her eyes slowly, and carefully placed her sketch pad on the ground next to her. After doing so she placed the photo album on her lap, and opened it.