Hey everyone! This is a short story about a girl learning about Sandry's life through photographs
Note: There will only be 2 or 3 chapters in this story
Thanks to Abigail Parks for bugging me to post this and for Eliza Russell for starting the chain.
Disclamer: I do not own any Circle of Magic characters as much as I'd like to
She was in her room again. She rarely came out. I wasn't sure what she did in there, and I wasn't sure why she wasn't very social. She seemed nice and very friendly when she was around, thought admittedly a bit withdrawn. Tonight, I hoped to find out why.
"Sandy! Sandy, are you there?" I knocked on her door at the end of the hallway. We both lived in dorm C of our boarding school with 10 other girls. While most people had a double room, she some how had managed to get one by herself.
"Come in." Her voice sounded from behind the closed door. I pushed it open; she was standing in the center of the room a cloth in her hands. I stated at the place that was her room. The bed was pushed into a corner like it wasn't important. A huge loom was in the center with blue thread threaded through it. A large wardrobe was along one wall and a desk on the other. The wardrobes doors where covered with something I couldn't see and all along the walls magazines and drawings were pinned, most sketches of clothing.
"Hi, Annie. What Can I do for you" That was when I looked at her. She was dressed strangely in a white dress that fell past her knees and white socks that went higher than her dress. Her light brown hair was bound back and curled very fancily.
"I wanted to know if you wanted to come to movie night."
"I'd like to but I can't, I have guests coming tomorrow and I have to prepare."
"Oh, okay, maybe next time. We try to have one very Friday or Saturday."
"Maybe"
"I like your room." My impression was the same as always, very polite and friendly but you can tell she wasn't really interested in me or movie night. Or she might be, but she was to. withdraw for me to notice. Actually now that I think about it, she seemed sad. I wasn't sure why thought.
"Thanks" There was an awkward pause. Then she resumed what I figure she was doing before I entered. Tidying up. As she didn't ask me to leave, I took another step into the room. Now I could see what was on the wardrobe. Photos.
"What are you doing anyway?" I asked her. She was fiddling with something behind the loom.
"What?" She looked surprised that I was still here. "Oh, this? Here I'll show you." Sandy beckoned to me to come behind the loom. There was a pile of purple cloth in her arms. It shimmered beautifully and I could see other colours in it. It looked so soft too. "Here, feel it." I reached out a hand and stroked the cloth. I was right, it was soft, so soft it felt like silk but better.
"Where did you get this? I wanted some for myself. Just a little bit to touch every once and a while.
"I made it."
I was shocked, how could someone do that? "Really? Wow!" She looked embarrassed now, her pale cheeks turning slightly pink.
"Thanks." She moved away from me and went to put the cloth away. I step out of her way, which brought me closer to the photos.
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