Post by kristen on Jun 11, 2008 13:23:04 GMT -5
Tochigi Sumi sat alone in the empty park. A morning breeze drifted through the park, making the blossoms from the cherry trees fall gently to the ground. Sumi dare not sit on the inviting grass, knowing that there was still dew blanketing the soft green. Instead she sat on a stone bench under a shady tree. The sun was just peeking over the tree tops as she opened her notebook and grabbed her pen.
What to write? What to draw? What to do? she though boardly. Her black hair was braided and held in the back with a light purple rubber band. She was dressed in a plain pare of sweats and a loose short-sleeve tee shirt, along with her sandals.
What to write? What to draw? What to do? she though boardly. Her black hair was braided and held in the back with a light purple rubber band. She was dressed in a plain pare of sweats and a loose short-sleeve tee shirt, along with her sandals.