Owlmun
Birb
Dante shuddered slightly as she readjusted the stack of sketchbooks in her arms, sharpened nails clicking softly against the metal spiral bind out of nervous habit. First day and she had already missed the first two periods. She hated running late but sometimes she just couldn't help it. The woes of poor time management. She pursed her lips as she checked the map she'd received from the front office to make sure she was headed the right way, her beat up red converse squeaking in a way that make her clench her teeth as she turned a corner. God! These maps were poorly drawn for an art school.
A frustrated sigh escaped the young woman, finally spotting the door to the digital art room with the comforting glow of computer screens spilling from the little window on the door. It seemed like it would be a comfortable room so far; no bright lights to irritate her eyes and they'd probably would let her listen to music after instructions were given.
A frustrated sigh escaped the young woman, finally spotting the door to the digital art room with the comforting glow of computer screens spilling from the little window on the door. It seemed like it would be a comfortable room so far; no bright lights to irritate her eyes and they'd probably would let her listen to music after instructions were given.