Reflections (A)
Jun. 4th, 2025 06:58 pmReflections A
Quinn awoke and opened her eyes. She took in the sight of the Lane’s guest room as she got out of the bed. ‘It’s not as messy as I thought it was,’ she thought. As she changed into her usual outfit, she remembered the night before. Talking to Jane and Trent with her eyes closed. She smiled, talking to them had helped her deal with the emotions from what her frenemies did. For that was what they were, frenemies. ‘But what to do about that?’ That was another thing she had to figure out. She decided to talk to Daria when she got home.
Jane entered the kitchen and saw Quinn eating breakfast, and that her eyes were open. “Good Morning.”
“Morning, Jane.”
“I see you are… seeing.”
“I guess I just needed to sleep on it,” Quinn responded. “But last night was interesting.”
“That’s one way of looking at it.”
“Anyway, I’ll look at the picture when I have finished eating.”
“Of course,” Jane responded.
Jane brought the painting down to the kitchen. “Here, all your poured out emotion.”
“Thanks,” Quinn said. She looked at the painting closely. “Blue base. Then green,” she said.
“It’s good that you started out like that.”
“Yes, given that the red represents Sandi and Tiffany.”
“You want to talk more about that?” Jane asked.
Quinn took the painting. “Not at the moment, except to say that I’m still angry at them.”
“I’m here if you want to.”
Quinn gave a smile. “Thanks. Orange for Stacy.”
“So…”
“It was creepy.”
“You said she was copying you?” Jane asked.
“She wanted to dye her hair the same color.”
“But there was more than that, wasn’t there?”
Quinn nodded. “She was also dressed the same. It was then that I ran off.”
“And then came here.”
“That’s right.”
“Then…” Jane prompted.
“Yellow for the calm after I got here, and I started to think on things.”
“You certainly seemed to calm down.”
Quinn smiled. She then added. “And purple swirls, for flair. They certainly do add flair.”
Jane stepped closer. “I think they say, ‘Quinn Morgendorffer is dealing with something in a new way’.”
“You think so?”
“From the way you talked to us afterwards, I think so.”
Quinn thought about that. She wouldn’t have talked as openly with the frenemies, or Daria. “I guess so.” She looked at the clock. There was still some time left. ‘You wouldn’t have any unused sketch books I could doodle in?’
“Being creative already? That’s good. There should be something around here, even if I don’t,” Jane responded with slight surprise.
Quinn nodded.
Jane soon found a sketch book that had slipped behind the couch. It looked like she hadn’t used it. ‘Perfect for Quinn to use,’ she thought.
“Thanks, Jane,” Quinn said as she opened the sketch book
Jane watched as Quinn sketched some abstract shapes.
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Quinn awoke and opened her eyes. She took in the sight of the Lane’s guest room as she got out of the bed. ‘It’s not as messy as I thought it was,’ she thought. As she changed into her usual outfit, she remembered the night before. Talking to Jane and Trent with her eyes closed. She smiled, talking to them had helped her deal with the emotions from what her frenemies did. For that was what they were, frenemies. ‘But what to do about that?’ That was another thing she had to figure out. She decided to talk to Daria when she got home.
Jane entered the kitchen and saw Quinn eating breakfast, and that her eyes were open. “Good Morning.”
“Morning, Jane.”
“I see you are… seeing.”
“I guess I just needed to sleep on it,” Quinn responded. “But last night was interesting.”
“That’s one way of looking at it.”
“Anyway, I’ll look at the picture when I have finished eating.”
“Of course,” Jane responded.
Jane brought the painting down to the kitchen. “Here, all your poured out emotion.”
“Thanks,” Quinn said. She looked at the painting closely. “Blue base. Then green,” she said.
“It’s good that you started out like that.”
“Yes, given that the red represents Sandi and Tiffany.”
“You want to talk more about that?” Jane asked.
Quinn took the painting. “Not at the moment, except to say that I’m still angry at them.”
“I’m here if you want to.”
Quinn gave a smile. “Thanks. Orange for Stacy.”
“So…”
“It was creepy.”
“You said she was copying you?” Jane asked.
“She wanted to dye her hair the same color.”
“But there was more than that, wasn’t there?”
Quinn nodded. “She was also dressed the same. It was then that I ran off.”
“And then came here.”
“That’s right.”
“Then…” Jane prompted.
“Yellow for the calm after I got here, and I started to think on things.”
“You certainly seemed to calm down.”
Quinn smiled. She then added. “And purple swirls, for flair. They certainly do add flair.”
Jane stepped closer. “I think they say, ‘Quinn Morgendorffer is dealing with something in a new way’.”
“You think so?”
“From the way you talked to us afterwards, I think so.”
Quinn thought about that. She wouldn’t have talked as openly with the frenemies, or Daria. “I guess so.” She looked at the clock. There was still some time left. ‘You wouldn’t have any unused sketch books I could doodle in?’
“Being creative already? That’s good. There should be something around here, even if I don’t,” Jane responded with slight surprise.
Quinn nodded.
Jane soon found a sketch book that had slipped behind the couch. It looked like she hadn’t used it. ‘Perfect for Quinn to use,’ she thought.
“Thanks, Jane,” Quinn said as she opened the sketch book
Jane watched as Quinn sketched some abstract shapes.
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