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It was a strange feeling knowing your wouldn’t be seeing your friends most of the summer.
My plane landed in San Francisco and I froze. I had never been to San Francisco before and I was now voluntarily spending over half my summer there to paint with people I didn’t even know and were probably way better than I was. This was going to be a nightmare.
She was sitting on the table, and her feet propped up on a chair.
She smiled and pulled her clipboard to her lap. Her dark hair was pulled into a ponytail
Holy crap, he is hot!” Jaymi exclaimed from beside me.
Everyone was talking to one another and eating loudly.
“So this,” Jaymi said, biting off the end of a Twizzler, "is my best friend back home, Starla Behrens. We’ve been friends since kindergarten.”
It was a strange feeling knowing your wouldn’t be seeing your friends most of the summer; the friends that you've spent almost every waking moment with, the ones that are always there for you and support everything you do, encouraged you to submit art to this academy in the first place, and the friends that celebrated with you when you were accepted.
My plane landed in San Francisco, and I froze. I had never been to San Francisco before and I was now voluntarily spending over half my summer there to paint with people I didn’t even know, and were probably way better than I were.
Ainsley was from Santa Barbara, and Shayla from Redding.
“Holy crap he is hot!” Jaymi exclaimed from beside me.
Slightly tanned skin, kind of shaggy brown hair, a fitted grey t-shirt and comfortable looking black pants, he turned his head with a smile on his face and my breath caught. He had the sharpest light green eyes and a perfectly white smile.
“I’m actually supposed to be meeting my sister right now, so I’ll see you later.” He smiled and left.
The dinner hall was loud and slightly nuts. Everyone was talking to one another and eating loudly.
“Young Artist Academy, please.” I said to the driver as I slid in the backseat.
The panic was building as we got closer and closer to the camp.
The dinner hall was loud and slightly nuts.
“So this,” Jaymi said, biting off the end of a Twizzler, “is my best friend back home, Starla Behrens. We’ve been friends since kindergarten.”
Amy is Tori’s oldest friend.
It was a strange feeling knowing you wouldn't be seeing any of your friends for most of the summer.
Slightly tanned skin, somewhat shaggy brown hair, a fitted grey t-shirt and comfortable looking black pants, he turned his head with a smile on his face and my breath caught. He had the sharpest light green eyes and a perfectly white smile.
"I" should be "It"I made me want to cry just looking at it.
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