by Palette Manokit » Wed Nov 25, 2015 9:34 am
Timothy finished the drawing and smiled, "A true masterpiece..." he then put the drawing in his small bag and walked out of the room, as he did so the RV started moving, he fell backwards onto his back, he groaned, "I. hate. this. already." he said to himself as laid there.
Amy heard a fall and looked out her room, "Timothy, what are you doing?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.