Post by tk1138 on Jul 31, 2011 6:11:35 GMT
James was having another rough day. His mother and grandmother were pressuring him again. I just can't go through with what they want, he thought. James needed to get out of his apartment, needed to clear his head.
James decided to go to the beach and sketch something, so he threw on some swimming trunks and a plain white t-shirt. He grabbed his sketch pad and charcoal sticks as he slipped on a pair of sandals. He looked down at himself as he left his apartment, you look like a beach bum he thought. Oh well, I am heading to the beach, and I do spend a lot of time there, a beach bum I am I guess.
James locked his door as he left, you can never be too careful he thought. James new of course that the wards on his apartment would come as quite a surprise to any intruder, but locks made him feel a little more normal. James walked to the beach because it was only a couple of blocks away, he could drive but why waste the gas? Not that gas was really a concern either, he new a spell that made his car run without it. Being a witch sure was cost effective sometimes.
James arrived at the beach, and headed out across the sand. It was warm out, the sun was high in the sky, it was just after noon. James stopped and closed his eyes for a second to soak up the warm rays a little. He reopened his eyes and looked around for a good subject to sketch. James noticed a dune of sand with some sort of tall reeds growing on it, yeah he could do a landscape to day.
James sat down near the dune and opened his sketch pad to a fresh page. He then selected one of his charcoal sticks and began drawing. He sighed a little, drawing always cleared his head, although he had numerous hobbies that did, drawing was his favorite. James began to wonder if anyone took notice of him, he did enjoy showing his work to others. He hoped at least one person would stop to ask to see his work.
James decided to go to the beach and sketch something, so he threw on some swimming trunks and a plain white t-shirt. He grabbed his sketch pad and charcoal sticks as he slipped on a pair of sandals. He looked down at himself as he left his apartment, you look like a beach bum he thought. Oh well, I am heading to the beach, and I do spend a lot of time there, a beach bum I am I guess.
James locked his door as he left, you can never be too careful he thought. James new of course that the wards on his apartment would come as quite a surprise to any intruder, but locks made him feel a little more normal. James walked to the beach because it was only a couple of blocks away, he could drive but why waste the gas? Not that gas was really a concern either, he new a spell that made his car run without it. Being a witch sure was cost effective sometimes.
James arrived at the beach, and headed out across the sand. It was warm out, the sun was high in the sky, it was just after noon. James stopped and closed his eyes for a second to soak up the warm rays a little. He reopened his eyes and looked around for a good subject to sketch. James noticed a dune of sand with some sort of tall reeds growing on it, yeah he could do a landscape to day.
James sat down near the dune and opened his sketch pad to a fresh page. He then selected one of his charcoal sticks and began drawing. He sighed a little, drawing always cleared his head, although he had numerous hobbies that did, drawing was his favorite. James began to wonder if anyone took notice of him, he did enjoy showing his work to others. He hoped at least one person would stop to ask to see his work.