Coco laid down in her bed at the academy, she could see the painting she had done with Milo on the wall and she could see the painting she had done with Galan on the wall. Coco loved them both, with all her heart, each was special, just as both Milo and Galan were special. Coco knew she wanted to be an artist, and at this point she knew she wanted to be a painter, she would discover if any other mediums spoke to her soon, but for now, she only wanted to paint. She had tried working with clay and decided it just wasn't for her. The feel of clay on her skin just wasn't for Coco, but maybe pastels or charcoal would also be something she would enjoy working with, only time and experimenting would tell what Coco would want to do with her tell Coco everything she needed to know. For now being with friends like Milo, Chau, Miku and Galan were enough for Coco. She was very happy to have met them all, Galan and Milo had each left a deep impact on Coco's life and she would be sad to never see them again, but life was strange and it was hard to say what choices others would make in life. Coco felt like she was ready to grow up and take the next steps she needed to reach her goals, to become an artist. Coco smiled as she wrote all of this down in her journal, pouring out her heart about how she felt about Milo and Galan, and everyone else who had touch her life since she had arrived at the academy hiding in her dorm room. Coco was so happy she had gathered her courage to go and check out the activity room or she would never have met Milo, and without Milo, she would never have had the courage to join the big siblings program where she met Galan, and without Galan she would never have gained the confidence to try for what she wanted. Such a little things, Milo smiling and laughing, painting with her. Walking with her at the winter festival, even if they never did find a teacher who could give them permission to make a mural. Everything that had happened made Coco happy. Now it was time for Coco to move on to the next chapter of her life, junior year would start soon, new classes, new people, new goals to reach. Coco was a little bit nervous, but this time, she thought she could handle it, and make new friends and learn new skills. Coco decided she wouldn't be as nervous as she once was, well she would try anyway. She couldn't change who she was overnight after all. No matter what happened Coco knew she was ready to face whatever came. She looked down at her journal she had been babbling for the last few pages. Coco sighed and closed her book and got up to go sign up for junior classes.
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