Raven blinked as the sun started to some up over the hills and trough the trees. She smiled and looked back down at her art pad. The scenery that she was drawing was nothing like what was around her. Her sketch looked like a winter scene on Mr. Douglas’s house when really in was not winter or snowing at all. Mr. Douglas was a mean and cold man so that is why she drew his house in winter, forever cold.

She finally stood up from her spot, looking down at the ground she wondered how she would get off the roof today; jump, climb, slide, what? She giggled to herself and then slid down to where her window was. Putting her art pad in her mouth so she could use both her hands, she then slide down all the way on her stomach feet first. Swiftly grabbing onto the edge of the roof she swung her body through her window and into her room. However she was not fully successful, as she swung in he head hit the side of the window and this caused her to fall and then hit her legs on the corners of the desk.

“Owiess!” Rave curled up into a ball, her hands holding her hand where it bumped the window and her eyes scanned over her legs. There was blood coming out of scratches on her legs, her shorts had been pulled down slightly from the fall. Sniffling her wiped her eyes and rubbed her head softly. Finally standing up she sat on her bed; her art pad was on the other side of it. Looking her body over in the mirror across from her, she sighed and lay back on the bed. She had gotten up a bout 3 hours before the sunrise to look at the night sky and to draw her sketch.

Staying this way for a few minutes, Rave then soon decided to take a swift and cold shower. Getting up she grabbed her robe and bathroom baggy. Taking off her bedtime clothes, she then slipped the robe on and wondered out into the hall. There was a bathroom for girls and one for boys, she opened the girl’s door up, and then slipped into it, locking the door she then started the water. Taking the robe off she took out her shampoo and conditioner and then walked into the shower. Smiling she hummed softly as she took her shower. Taking about 15 minutes and then the water was off. Shivering lightly, she wrapped the towel around her body and then plugged her dryer into the wall. Drying her hair she then straightened it as well, soon her black hair was dry, straightened, and then pulled into to braids. She unwrapped the towel and then put her robe on, gathering her stuff back into the baggy, she then walked back into her room, locking the door behind her. She giggled softly, “What to wear, what to wear?” looking through her small selection of outfits she pulled out a blue shirt, bright blue jeans, flats, a jacket [but with a zipper] and her favorite headband. After slipping everything on, Rave soon opened her door, grabbed her notebook, and skipped on down the stairs as quietly as she could, humming a tune softly. As she reached the kitchen, it seemed that no one was there. She took out of the refrigerator the orange juice and pulled a cup with her name on it down form the cabinet. Ms. Sarah Gold had specially made glasses for them, each with their own style and the person’s name on it.

Pouring the juice into the cup, she put the bottle back into the refrigerator and then sat down on the couch in the living room. Pulling her knees up to her chest, she opened her art pad to a different page. She had a project that she was working on; it was for her to draw all her brothers and sister and Ms. Sarah Gold and then create some gigantic poster or something with them all. So now she was to start this, but who to draw first. The first face that popped into her mind was Nicki. She blushed lightly as she pictured his face, she had a crush on him, but she did not want to tell him. Not it wasn’t as if she was scared.. No she was scared, she didn’t know how he might react, what might happen, or if she might lose anything. Sighing softly she started to sketch him, smiling, her mind soon started to wonder as it would do when she would draw. It might take a lot of work to snap her out of this trance.