Noah sat at the bench rather confused at the counselors request. [color=00a651][i]Arts and crafts? Really? My entire ability is an extreme form of arts and crafts. And as for telling them something about myself...[/i][/color] Noah thought for a while as the other campers started to make their way over to cafeteria/craft area.[color=00a651][i]If I use my ability then what is the point of it?[/i][/color] He rose to his feet and walked into the cafeteria, Glancing around, he saw smiling rather manically at an easel and several of the other students already creating something. He walked over to a table, grabbing some paper and colored pencils, staring at the sheet. In all different colors, he wrote "I am not good at regular art."