Post by taylor on Sept 23, 2008 18:27:56 GMT -5
Finally, a break from her duties as a counselor and a moment where she could focus on her main passion in life, her art. Taylor normally spent every moment of her summer here that she could, but this year it was a couple of days into the summer and she was just getting to the art room for the first time. As she walked toward the room that was practically her second home, she felt a sense of deja vu. It hadn't changed much over the years. Even the smell was still the same. As she neared it she smelt the mixture of turpine and paint that she had grown to love.
Reaching the oh so familair door, Taylor put her hand on the door knob and slowly opened it. A low creak emitted from the door, the sound making her smile. As she stepped inside though, she noticed something was off. Paint was spilt all over the floor and in the center of it was a girl, just sitting in the paint, looking as though she was on the brink of tears. She recognized the girl as Gabbi, a fellow counselor this year that knew a lot of the younger campers, unlike Taylor. Setting the bag she had slung over her shoulder before coming here, her bag with a few of her works-in-progress, on the floor, she hurried toward the girl. "Are you okay?" she asked, forcing herself to ignore the paint spreading across the floor.