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as I focused on my project.  A few of the kids in the class were really good, and when the teacher praised my work like theirs, I didn’t believe him.  There was absolutely no way my stuff was that good.
    After school, I met up with Dan.  We were mostly silent on the bus as we returned home.  We had already developed a routine.  When we arrived home, I’d go to my room, and try to draw while listening to music while I assumed Dan went to his room to play video games or something.
    Then, when it was time for dinner, I’d emerge from my room to be somewhat civil.  Afterwards, I’d return to my room for the night.  I’d try to talk to Miranda and Jocelyn after I returned home from school, but it usually wasn’t more than a couple texts back and forth.  I was pretty much alone in Moonlight Falls.
    Dan and I were only in school for four days before the start of winter break.  I thought it was completely pointless for us to go to school for those four days, and had told my parents that we should have waited until after Christmas to move.  In fact, they should have waited until May to move, but they never listened to me.
    That Saturday, my parents insisted that we go around the town, get used to everything and find out where everything was.  I didn’t want to go, but they threatened to take away my art supplies for the duration of winter break.  Blackmail of any kind should be illegal.
    I was bored and a little cold as we walked through the town.  Though Charleston could be cold this time of year because of winds blowing from the Atlantic, we were a lot closer to the mountains here, and were higher up.  It didn’t seem to bother my family, though.
    For a while, we ventured into the little family owned stores instead of the ones that we had back home.  They were nice little stores, packed with product and customers.  And the people that worked there seemed friendly, but it wasn’t home.
    Then, we stumbled upon a crafts and hobbies store.  It was just like the chain stores, only as well as the name brand products, they had some products I’d never even heard of before.  And they had some oil colors that I hadn’t been able to get my hands on.
    Okay, maybe this wasn’t so bad after all.
    For a little while, I browsed the products.  They had everything I could think of:  different paint brushes, charcoal pencils, oils, paints, papers, and more.  They also had more canvas sizes than I’ve seen.  I was like a kid in a candy store going through everything.
    I was about to pick up a pack of oils that had pastels in it when I asked my mom, “Can I get this?  Please?”  I had tried to catch when the hobby store in Charleston had this specific pack of oils because it had several different shades of the same colors, but they just couldn’t keep it in stock.  I did not want to pass this up, even though they had several packs.
    “Christmas is next week, Selina.  For all you know, we could have already gotten this for you.”
    I groaned and put the oils back.  It probably would be pointless to ask for anything now.
    “Let’s go to some other stores.  This one will be here after Christmas,” my mom said.
    I nodded, and followed her and Dan and Dad to the front of the store.  But before heading to the door, I stopped by the register.  An older man was behind the counter, a smile on his face.  “Hi, I’m Selina,” I said, holding my hand out to him.
    “I’m Richard.  I’m guessing you’re the family that just moved in on Black Bear Drive.”
    I nodded.  “Now that I know you’re here, you’re going to see a lot of me, Richard.”
    “What’s your hobby, Selina?”
    “Painting and drawing mostly.  I’m running low on supplies, so I’ll definitely be back sometime after Christmas.”
    “Alright.  See you then, Selina.”
    I gave him a smile before exiting the store.  My family was standing on the sidewalk in front of the store.  “Did you buy something, Selina?” Dad