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- Posted: Fri, 01 Oct 2010 03:55:38 +0000
Tristan Aden Rose
Tristan sat quietly as the paints and paper was passed back to him. He lay the materials out so that he could see what exactly it was that he had. 'Some watercolor paints, water, brush, paper. Topic id Autumn.' Tristan thought back to when he was little. He used to go out with his grandfather to his house in the mountains. There he had a few acres of land and in that land there were many trees, and a stream that cut through. He remembered how they would always go out and swim in the lake, or rake up the leaves and go jumping in them. Tristan chuckled as he started to dip the brush into water, then mixed it with the orange, yellow, and red paints. He started on the painting and when he finished he wiped his forehead, getting some paint on him, and not knowing it. Tristan smiled at his master piece and looked back up to the teacher. He raised his hand, wondering if she would even notice him, and waited for her to come check his work.