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Post by kendall lee mccoy on Jan 22, 2009 19:44:43 GMT -5
There was a slight brezze this afternoon, as Kendall sat under a tree in the forrest. Not alot of people went there during the day, unless it was for a class or whatnot. The forrest was huge, different types of trees, different animals, squirles squirring around on the ground.
Kendall didn't really care that there was snakes, and different animals in the forrest, she though it was beautiful. She always needed a place to get away from reality, and the forrest was her place. When she was at home it was the park.
There was a reason that she would pick natural areas as places to get away from reality. Kendall liked to draw what she saw there. She never showed anyone her pictures, sense her parents both put it in her head that she couldn't draw, thats why she picked sucluded areas to draw.
Right now Kendall had her knees up, her sketch pad propped on her knees, sketching a single flower under a tree across from her. She loved how drawing could bring out the beauty in something so simple.
Even though it was summer, and it was warm, Kendall still wore a hoodie. She needed to wait till the bruises went away. She actually didn't want to be here, having to remind herself of what happened to her, what she did to herself also. Ken knew that the counclers know that she was abused, and that she was a pill poper, but she didn't want their pity, she only came here because her friend told her to, and her brother would have wanted her to. As though thoughts went through her head, she contiuned to draw.
Outfit!!
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Post by aimée marie thatcher. on Jan 22, 2009 20:07:12 GMT -5
IM WORKING ON A POST No one post here...
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