The low droning voice sounds almost like a buzz, the lack of changing tone makes it easier to drift into reverie. An eye-sweep across the room, the bored blank expressions upon her fellow students faces and the few people sitting with their heads in their hands only confirm the boredom felt. Even one of the teachers present does not attempt to hide her discomfort and fatigue. In attempt to escape to some sort of creative thoughts on the topic and the environment around her, she begins to take in her surroundings. She notices the beautiful blue tinted windows to her right. They are such a shade that remind her of fairy floss, or an endless cle
The last time I went on DeviantArt would have been two years ago, it's amazing to know how much has changed since then, and how naive I was then. I'm still terrible at art, but maybe I could figure out something to put on here. Some writing maybe? I'm not sure if I can post that on here since it is ART that this site specialises in. Well. I'm going to figure out how to edit my 'mood' and such.