Abigail
The quiet girl sat on her bed with her hands in her lap. She starred at the painting o her desk she was currently working on. What did it need? She turned her head to see the window. Maybe taking a walk would give her inspiration. She got off her bed and went to her night stand and opened the drawer to it. She pulled out her camera and clipped the strap that sat in the drawer as well, onto the camera. She put it around her neck and went down stairs. She walked to her front door and opened the door with a strong grip. She stood on the porch for a few seconds, scanning the outside world. She started to walk down town. She walked down a neighbourhood street, looking for inspiration. She walked past many houses, looking at each of the siding for details. She felt something get caught on her shoe and quickly looked down. She tripped over a stick and landed on her hands on the sidewalk. Her camera, just missing the compact. "Ugh, jeez." She mumbled quite loudly. She ended up curling up her legs into criss-cross and just sat on the side walk. She looked up across the street to see a guy in a driveway. "Oh god," she whispered to herself. She hoped he didn't just see her trip over a stick. She started taking pictures of an ant crawling along the sidewalk.
[Im terribly sorry, but I gotta go again for a whole but I certainly will be back on I like an hour.]
The quiet girl sat on her bed with her hands in her lap. She starred at the painting o her desk she was currently working on. What did it need? She turned her head to see the window. Maybe taking a walk would give her inspiration. She got off her bed and went to her night stand and opened the drawer to it. She pulled out her camera and clipped the strap that sat in the drawer as well, onto the camera. She put it around her neck and went down stairs. She walked to her front door and opened the door with a strong grip. She stood on the porch for a few seconds, scanning the outside world. She started to walk down town. She walked down a neighbourhood street, looking for inspiration. She walked past many houses, looking at each of the siding for details. She felt something get caught on her shoe and quickly looked down. She tripped over a stick and landed on her hands on the sidewalk. Her camera, just missing the compact. "Ugh, jeez." She mumbled quite loudly. She ended up curling up her legs into criss-cross and just sat on the side walk. She looked up across the street to see a guy in a driveway. "Oh god," she whispered to herself. She hoped he didn't just see her trip over a stick. She started taking pictures of an ant crawling along the sidewalk.
[Im terribly sorry, but I gotta go again for a whole but I certainly will be back on I like an hour.]






