Alone in the art room

She noticed him hide his picture... "Why'd you do that? I was only remembering something... You see my father being capt'n of the ship often brought me onboard and one day when I was seven by accident I fell overboard. Well everyone on the crew loved me lie they're daughter and they all jumped in to save me... But I could swim and was back on the ship just as the reached the water it was so hillarious watching them!" She said with a laugh... "You should've seen they're faces... pure shock and humiliation that they didn't trust me to make it back to the boat."

Emily was siting in the art room so quiet that they woundn't notice her. She loved looking at art and watching it be created but she could not be an artice. Her life was on the music notes. "It must of been real funny the reaction you got." She had moved over and sat on a seat closer to them.

"It was, I would show you they're look but pops and the crew went missing on high seas. I'm sure they must've just hit a storm or something they probbly got lost on sea and are heading back now." She said hoping what she said was true...

"I Would like to meet them some day" Emily said then smiled. "Personaly I like art but i can never do any good with a piece of paper unless it is to draw a music scale and a song to play on the flute, Piano or Sing but otherise i am hopless." Emily had started to look around the room while holding her flute. Then her eyes had stoped on a piece of art work in the room. There was a drawing of a sunset up in the high tower and a girl sitting in the seat looking out to the valey, watching and wating for someone. The girl had great resemblence of Emily in the art work. At that moment Emily had started to feel sad and it had started to show in her face as well for her skin was changing to the colour blue.

"Are you okay? I mean your turning blue.... Is something wrong?" She asked a little concerned....

Em looked at Stephen and shrugged lightly since the girl didn't reply quickly... guessing it must be normal... "So i'm Em, and this is Stephen as I'm sure you heard. He's quite the artist..." Em said in a bragging manner...

"Sorry, My name is Emily and no i haven't but i can see now that he would make the headline news in art like Lienardo dievinche" changing back to the right colour and subject. Emily had looked over and saw stephen face and decided to say thinking it was the right thing at the time "For your safety of not squirming around Stephen, I have only been in this room for as long as you been drawing that second art piece" "Em, Stephen can you see that art piece on the wall with the sunset and the girl looking out onto the valley." I know that artist for you see, I am that girl watching, waiting, starting to turn blue for sadness, worry and dispar. I can remember why I was going blue at that time." Starting to turn blue again "It was that my dad was suppose to come back but on the way back to me and the house he was murdered and from that day on I am an orphan." Then emily saw she was turning blue again and then tried to change the subject but she didn't know how to change it.