Clear sky. Blue sea. People as far as the eye could see.
Unless you were absorbed in papers and, therefore, weren't exactly concentrating on the surrounding scene.
Jamie looked down at the title of the work again in disbelief.
Describe, in detail, your favourite place to be.
There was nothing majorly wrong with it at first glance. At least, not for someone of around the age of eleven or twelve, or maybe even an advanced nine or ten year old.
But for someone the age of eighteen?
Sure, Jay knew by now that they did classes a little differently at Season High--the place even ran classes for other species--but giving a class of mostly rowdy young adults a paper designed to help smaller kids 'draw on their emotions'?
It also didn't really help that Jamie didn't have a clue where to write about. A lot of his friends had suggested the sports field, where everybody had told him he was at his element, but then there was the classroom, his house, the beach...
Jay picked up a pencil and rolled it around his fingers, hoping an idea would strike.
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