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Piper glanced up from her painting when she heard the chair scrape across the wooden floor.The girl with the skateboard dropped into the seat beside her, setting down a bag before looking over at the lake scene Piper had been working on. At first, Piper worried she'd accidentally been staring. It happened sometimes when she was concentrating. 

[color=52BF7C] "Uh, sure, yeah..” [/color] she said shaking the fog from her brain, before tucking a loose strand of red hair behind her ear. When the girl mentioned her painting not being nearly as good, Piper immediately looked down at the table. She never really knew what to do when people complimented her artwork. Just say thank you, the voice in her head stated.

[color=52BF7C] “Thank you…” [/color] she said quietly. Piper gave a slight nod and pushed some of the supplies over to the girl. She watched as they stared at the paint supplies like they might suddenly reveal the answer.They looked nervous. Not obvious nervous. The kind people tried to hide. Piper recognized it because she spent most of her life feeling exactly the same way.

[color=orange] “Any suggestions?” [/color] The girl had asked with a smile. 

Piper stared out into the cabin, thinking, watching the other kids. Her eyes drifted over to the oblivious kid, who seemed to have come across a whittling knife. Was he old enough to use that? Piper wondered but  soon realized she had slipped off somewhere else and not answered the girls question. She wasn’t sure how to answer it. Anything. They could draw stick people or the name of their cabin.  Piper gestured toward a table where someone had somehow managed to cover an entire canvas in pink swirls and glitter.

[color=52BF7C] “Please no glitter. However, I think you paint whatever you want. Art is objective, as long as you’re happy. Well, so my dad says anyway…” [/color] Piper shrugged giving the girl a vague response with a friendly smile. 

[color=52BF7C] "I'm Piper, by the way. Do you want a bracelet? I have a ton...” [/color] She  set down her paint brush and reached for own bag. Sliding out a zip lock bag with at least twenty bracelets. Unsure where this bravery came from but the skateboard girl made her feel comfortable. That was important.
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