Alone in the art room

Irrita walked into the room an easle in one hand a brush and paints in the other.She stood behind the boy quietly and set up the easle and began to paint, splat,splat,splat, the sound was odd her silver hair gently waving to the side as she did random colors of splatters.

Emily had notice the person come in and decided to get the person to join in this conversation. "Hello my name is Emily, this is em and the person i think you are painting is Stephen." Emily had got everyones attenceion on the person that had looked up and back at the three thigours. "if you are not paining the back of stephens head then what are you painting? there is nothing interesting on that wall personally to me but what is so interesting for you?"

Em stood up... "Aw... it's a shame. Well maybe we can see you around... Maybe sometime in the forest. Well bye I guess... See ya around." She said friendlyly to Stephen. Knowing he was the shy type, afraid of people... She had been there once but she had gotten over it...

"Yea, we will see you around Stephen, And i hope you feel beter." Emily had also notice the teath and his skin going to the colour in to the drawing of that wolf he did befor and figured out that Stephen was ether related to a werewolf or was a werewolf but knew he was neading to go and decided to ask him privatly later. Then Emily realised what they ment by insperation and had started to draw. She had stopped and got up starting to look for something and went to the cupboard under the sink but not quite shore of what she was looking for. She had started pulling things out. Emily had stoped and quickly said "I hope we will see you again Stephen I had just figured out my inspiration and i will like you to see the picture with Em and this girl" Emily looking at the girl panting then back at the cupboard tring to keep the inspration in her head and serching as fast as postible to find what she was looking for and to put it on to the page. Emily finaly decided to get her face out of the cupboard and ask Em, Stephen and the other girl "Does any one know where the oilpastles are?"

Em smiled getting up she walked to a desk and openned it pulling out oil pastels...
"It's a good thing people put stuff in the same place or else it'd be impossible to find things."
She said placing it on the table and sitting down again...

"Thanks Em" Emily said then she had picked up the oil pastles and started to draw her pictour. It was the room and a table with three girls and one guy around. Emily had stoped real fast for she had heard something and went straight to the window. To see what it was then she was going blue. The same blue as her drawing on the wall and when she was sad. She had picked up her flute and started to play a piticular piece that was very interesting and sort of something that only (you could tell in the face) was only special people close to her could played and then stoped. Hoping that something or some reply was going to happen but ten minutes past and emily new it was nothing and went back to her drawing, geting details of the room and clothes done. Emily looked like she was about to get ready to cry about something. :cry:

Em got up and walked over to her... "Are you okay Emily? Is something wrong?" She asked trying to help her... She hated to see someone cry....

Emily staring at her art work "Sorry, I thought i had heard one of my clostest friends from home giving a message. but i was wrong."