Closed Unwanted Attention

Time : 15:00

Clothing : Light Blue Jacket, Scarf,Boots and Black Jeans

Location : Great Lake

Word Count : 203 Words

It was a cold Saturday, and it was snowing. Oliver loved the snow. It was his favorite season. Oliver sat, reading a book just by the lake, slowly flipping pages. He liked the cold. Lying down on the snow made him remember the time he played with his sister in the snow. He smiled. After a while, he grabbed a stone and threw it across the lake watching it hop on the water as if it wasn't there.

He eventually got tired of that and started drawing with a stick he had found. He was drawing the far away mountains. He wished he had his art materials. Unfortunately, they were up in his dormitory. He was too lazy to go back up. It was a Saturday. He sat there and continued drawing. Bored as heck he got a handful of snow and molded it into a ball. He threw it into the lake and watched as it sank until he couldn't see it anymore. After around ten to twenty minutes later, he had finally finished the drawing of the faraway mountains. Whoever comes here next would see his drawing. That person was approaching and Oliver had no idea about what was about to happen.

Speaking : #15a2ed

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