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The sun was shinning brightly the temperature was comfortable enough to be waring short sleeves and Chailee was free from school for the rest of the day. Not a bad combination in the freshman's mind. So, wanting a change of pace she called her parents to let them know she would be home later and set out for the park with her flute safely tucked in its' small black case at her side. With how nice out it was it wasn't at all surprising to see so many people out and about enjoying the weather.

The park seemed so busy now. Lately she had only visited the park when on patrol as it had been too chilly to just lounge around outside and compared to the desolate nature of the park at night, the place felt packed to Chailee. None-the-less she snaked her way along the paths, enjoying the fresh scent of blooming flowers that were strategically placed along the way.

Finding a small bench just off the main path that was overlooked by a large willow tree with newly emerged leaves, Chailee parked herself there and sighed contently. "As much as I love snow, I really missed being outside like this." She mused.

Opening the case for her flute she quickly put the instrument together before snapping the case closed again and laying the silver flute along her lap as she leaned back on the bench with her eyes closed enjoying the atmosphere of the lightly rustling leaves and people talking as they meandered by.

Chailee was happily enjoying the warmth of the suns rays filtering through the tree's weeping boughs. The sound of the birds chirping was very calming and the entire ambiance soothed her. What the poor girl hadn't been counting on was the sensation of something hitting her arm and that something not feeling all that pleasant.

With a squeak she jumped and fumbled with her instrument that almost toppled from her lap as she tried to brush off and, at the same time, evaluate whatever it was that had hit her.

Having managed to save her flute from tumbling unceremoniously to the ground, Chay was able to look at the blob that was not sitting on the bench beside her after her mad attempts to brush it off. "What the..."

A faded dusty spot marked her arm where the clay hit her and she carefully brushed it off as she looked around herself to see where in the world it had come from before her eyes landed on one of her classmates and the small sculpture that was being worked on. "Uh...did you?" She looked questioningly at the girl.

"No, no it's alright. Nothing's ruined or anything. I just had a mark on my arm but it's off now, see?" She showed the girl where she had rubbed the offending clay from and all that remained was a slight red mark that was quickly fading. "I am absolutely fine." Chailee smiled to prove her point.

"Oh um, yes. I am Chailee." She stopped to ponder the girls name. She wasn't always good at remembering them if she didn't talk to a person much but... "Ivy, right? Yea I think we are. I am two rows over and one back from you."

"So." Chay gestured to the clay that Ivy had been working on. "I guess you're big into art? I am rather hopeless at it myself." She laughed. "I can play the flute and sing a bit but I am useless at art class things."

Chailee took the offered hand and gently shook it before smiling encouragingly at the girl. It was obvious that Ivy was unsure of herself and Chay didn't like people feeling awkward around her. So in an attempt to ease the situation Chay continued the conversation. "Oh thanks! I mean, I am not usually very good at sciencey stuff but I found that project really interesting."

Chailee looked at the girl in surprise. "Just sculpt? I couldn't even imagine trying to sculpt anything. Whatever I tried to make would just look like a big blob and look nothing like whatever I was trying to make. Unless a blob was my object." She winked with a smile. "And no, I am not in chorus. I am too busy with other things to add chorus onto my list."

Laughing Chailee shook her head." No, it's alright! I don't mind answering questions." She shifted slightly in her seat moving her instrument to sit upon her bag for the time being. "So, what else do you do besides sculpt? Are you part of woodworking or sewing class? Ooooo maybe cooking class? I tried cooking class once but failed miserably. I don't think I'll ever want to try to cook again. My poor cake was charred by the time I got it out of the oven." She blushed a bit of the memory of smoke coming out of the oven and her rushing to pull the ruined chocolate cake out while other students giggled and laughed.