This School Was Much Smaller Than The One Fairuza Left In The City. Maybe In A Classroom Of This Size,

this school was much smaller than the one fairuza left in the city. maybe in a classroom of this size, she would actually be able to learn a few people's names. her grades had never been stellar, but who could expect straight a's when any and all questions were consistently drowned out by the dull roar of a mildly apathetic student body? everyone got lost in the mix. even a bright kid could stumble while trying to read a textbook alone.

if you hear it echoing, your wish will soon come true.

when the funds for more new canvases ran out, fairuza noticed the unsettling feeling of something watching her from a bush just on the edge of town. the skin prickled on the back of her neck. wasn't she supposed to be out here alone?

"hello?" she called to the now eerily quiet day and the startling noise that returned sounded almost like a little song. suddenly, a lithe, black fox leapt from the foliage and greeted her. fairuza laughed and returned a relieved melody of her own. it was just a new friend.

as the sun rose and fell on this first day in tiny town, fairuza focused on the completion of a few important chores. homework before school tomorrow, buying a spigot to wash up, and cooking her first meal. (although quickly realizing the majority of it would go bad with no fridge in which to keep it.)

but hey, what was a new adventure without a few mistakes?

fairuza painted.

then she painted some more.

the sun rose high in the sky and still, she painted.

it was as if the chirping birds, scurrying foxes, and general lack of hustle and bustle unleashed some death grip that the city had on her creative muse. ideas flooded out faster than she could afford the canvas to capture them. had fairuza really gone so long without realizing how disconnected from nature she had become? now the dirt underneath her feet felt like the embrace of an old friend.

so she painted how that felt too.

why must sims crash after 17 hours of building? why does my adhd not remind me to save? i'm not crying. you're crying.

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