The Art Room
Charlie Jones had gotten lost. Again. Her buddy, Hayden Barrett, had left her because he wanted to hang out with someone alone. Again. There was a sound, like whistling wind, or a ghost, behind her. Terrified by the sudden noise, she hid in the room that as closest to her. She had ended up in an empty art room, that looked like nobody had been there in years. Old art supplies, pallets with dried paint, plants growing through the walls, and a small whole in the roof that lit up most of the room. Charlie finally noticed the girl drawing in the corner, who occasionally glanced up at her. Was the girl drawing her? She became nervous, not having been drawn before. The girl flipped over the page and focused somewhere else. "Hello..?" The girl looked at her, frightened, and accidentally drew over something. They started at each other, wide eyed, for quite some time. Then, the girl replied "H-hi.." Charlie stood up, walking towards the girl. "I'm Charlie.. who're you?" The girl blinked. "U-uhm.. I'm Laurel." Charlie was standing in front of the desk that Laurel sat at now. Then the door suddenly swings open. "There you are, bitch! I told you to stay." Hayden glared at Charlie. "I'm not a fucking dog." Charlie turned her head to talk to Laurel, but she was gone. The things she had been using now seemed old, plants growing all over it. 'Huh.. weird.'
