Welcome to Gaia! ::

The Writer's Studio was a nice getaway. Plush furniture with soft pillows. Emily loved it. The poor girl entered through the doorway with a white purse over her shoulder and her beat-up blue journal pressed against her chest. She was dressed in a gray knit sweater with love sleeves to hide any signs of older abuse. Her hair was down and along her shoulders to cover the scars of scratches she had acquired a few years ago from a foster parent who thought they were a cat. Emily was a little disappointed to see no one here. Sure, she would keep to herself but she didn't know...maybe she could have made a friend. She never had one before...
Emily shook the thought and sat down on a white couch and pulled one of the portable desks over. The fluorescent light flickered on with the press of a button. Her journal sat under the light with the worn blue cover. Little smiley faces and stars were sketched on it. Emily sighed. She came here...but had nothing to write about. With a huff, she fell back against the cushions and pulled her new book out of her purse.