Three of a kind
Common Ground
Piper’s POV
Everyone was quietly decorating their corners and I was grinning at what I brought. I had a couple of pictures hanging of my family. I smiled at my picture of me, my mom, and my dad. I was an only child but my uncle had a lot of children and me and my cousin Isabel were joint at the hip. I had a million pictures of us in this smaller frame that said Til Death Do Us Part along the bottom of the frame in Isabel’s script. I then put up a few of my sketches for design class. I wanted to be a famous fashion designer so that’s what I was here to do. London was a huge fashion capital of the world and I was more than willing to put in my fair share of work to get where I wanted. Once I was finished with my decorations, I put my bed together and then took a look around the room. Sam and Mackenzie had a totally different style than me but I wasn’t going to judge them. I remember exactly how it felt to be judged.
I was looking over at Sam’s corner and smiled when I saw a bunch of what I assumed to be her paintings. She was spectacular. Her paintings all seemed to be watercolor and they were beautiful. I saw her looking over at me weirdly so I tried to make conversation.
“I love your paintings,” I said quietly, “They’re really beautiful.”
“Thanks,” she said taken aback.
“No problem,” I said, “Is that what you’re studying here?”
“Yeah,” she said and I smiled at her.
“I’m totally jealous,” I said, “All I can do is draw and I’ve always wanted to paint.”
We then heard a phone ring and Mackenzie apologized and walked out of the room. Sam came to look at my space and she smiled lightly.
“Fashion major?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I said.
“Cool,” she grinned, “Maybe you can make me some new clothes.”
“I could sure try,” I laughed grinning.
We then took a survey of Mackenzie’s space and I was completely jealous. Her family was huge. She had what looked like to be an older brother and sister, her, and then a younger sister. I then noticed she was a gifted piano player and I smiled.
“She has a huge family,” Sam said.
“Tell me about it,” I said, “I’m completely jealous. All I have is my mom and dad. They weren’t really big on kids.”
“Really?” she asked and I nodded my head.
Looked like we were all artsy people in some way. Hopefully we could all get along and hopefully our friendship could grow.
Everyone was quietly decorating their corners and I was grinning at what I brought. I had a couple of pictures hanging of my family. I smiled at my picture of me, my mom, and my dad. I was an only child but my uncle had a lot of children and me and my cousin Isabel were joint at the hip. I had a million pictures of us in this smaller frame that said Til Death Do Us Part along the bottom of the frame in Isabel’s script. I then put up a few of my sketches for design class. I wanted to be a famous fashion designer so that’s what I was here to do. London was a huge fashion capital of the world and I was more than willing to put in my fair share of work to get where I wanted. Once I was finished with my decorations, I put my bed together and then took a look around the room. Sam and Mackenzie had a totally different style than me but I wasn’t going to judge them. I remember exactly how it felt to be judged.
I was looking over at Sam’s corner and smiled when I saw a bunch of what I assumed to be her paintings. She was spectacular. Her paintings all seemed to be watercolor and they were beautiful. I saw her looking over at me weirdly so I tried to make conversation.
“I love your paintings,” I said quietly, “They’re really beautiful.”
“Thanks,” she said taken aback.
“No problem,” I said, “Is that what you’re studying here?”
“Yeah,” she said and I smiled at her.
“I’m totally jealous,” I said, “All I can do is draw and I’ve always wanted to paint.”
We then heard a phone ring and Mackenzie apologized and walked out of the room. Sam came to look at my space and she smiled lightly.
“Fashion major?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I said.
“Cool,” she grinned, “Maybe you can make me some new clothes.”
“I could sure try,” I laughed grinning.
We then took a survey of Mackenzie’s space and I was completely jealous. Her family was huge. She had what looked like to be an older brother and sister, her, and then a younger sister. I then noticed she was a gifted piano player and I smiled.
“She has a huge family,” Sam said.
“Tell me about it,” I said, “I’m completely jealous. All I have is my mom and dad. They weren’t really big on kids.”
“Really?” she asked and I nodded my head.
Looked like we were all artsy people in some way. Hopefully we could all get along and hopefully our friendship could grow.
11/25/13