The room was fascinating; it wasn't as fancy or organized as a myriad of the other rooms were, but it had the potential to draw someone in. Planted on the bed was a layer of silk, with a frilly black pillow and two diamond shaped plushies. The bedframe was crafted out of a glossy oak, with a bookshelf installed in the front portion. The bookshelf was not capacious, flowing with stories of varying kinds. The most commonly found were graphic novels, horror, and nonfiction, the nonfiction having no preponderant theme. You could find information concerning cats or you could answer your questions about historical European castles. Nearby was a dresser, which contained some traditional garments and some you would not find in a boilerplate household. Stashed away in the bottom compartment was a gown of silvery satin, with a vermillion sash bedecking the waist. The sleeves were puffy and had floral white lace trimming the edges. The skirt carried two flaps on the outside, and the empty middle revealed a red cullotes that hung underneath. If you were going after something more ordinary, there were plainly colored socks and ratty tank tops in other drawers. A flat-screen TV inhabited the whole top of the furniture. Across from this was a wooden easel, with a thick stack of paper of paper that only had blotches of red. It was obviously in use, as there was an abundance of artwork. Capturing the room in an embrance were violet walls with posters of loved movie and book characters and a stenciled monarch butterfly. Beautiful. A closet sat in the back, and this was the girl's destination. She kept on lugging the bucket, not allowing a drop to spill onto the charcoal colored rug. The closet's door slid open-a rather convenient method. Inside she beholded two more buckets, loaded up with the same substance. She gently sat the bucket in her hand on the floor and hoisted the other two near the easel. She was in the mood to do some art- but what today? A bird? Too simple. An anime character? A bit too complex for the brand of paint she was using. Then she remembered how Kara had referred to her containers as Halloween supplies. That would be a neat idea! Pumpking were too traditional, so she went for a turnip instead. These veggies were in place of the pumpkin back in the early days. The girl fetched a wee paintbrush from the front ledge of the easel. She dunked the brush into the blood and began to make thin strokes on the eggwhite colored paper. Some lines were thin, some were thick to represent the turnips smooth yet firm texture. She left room in the center to add narrow eyes and a toothy grin. To finish it off, she added 3 strokes at the top for the stem. All she had to do now was inscript her name-Raina Monson.
"Raina!" The masculine voice broke through the silence. It was Mr. Leali, the man who organized the activities at Blueman Academy . "You have been invited to tea with Mrs. Gorham. Be sure to dress appropiately for the situation." He paused, peering over Raina's artwork. "My, my, what a lovely turnip you painted!"
Raina's cheeks flushed. "Thank you."
He continued. "There will be biscuits and pastries available. Mrs. Gorham wanted you to get to know some of the others. She claims you're as timid as a mouse!"
Raina nodded. "I understand. I'll get dressed right away. She decided to slip on her silver gown , adding a silver pendant and chunky bracelet for additional flair. Next to her bed was a pair
Her raven hair was swept up in a tidy bun with a few strands framing her complexion. No real need to put makeup-she already had on a layer of peach lip gloss, white eye shadow, and plump mascara. Mrs. Gorham's room, 109, was just down the hallway, located on the left.
