A dull insipid paper lay infront of me, yet full of promising results. Background sounds of the American Revolutions floated about, but only one thing was on my mind. I opened my purse, full of excitment and ambition. I pull out one object, but this one object in my hand was just what I wanted. A contrast from the black and white infront of me, and I held it in my palm. Slash, slash, with finesse! Color spread about the paper, bleeding onto the desk. Inhaling the vaguely citrus scent that filled the air around the paper and my chromatic tool, I continued my work, until, there! It was complete, perfect. Anything else would be superfluous. I took in the aroma of my creation, the color of blooming springtime...

My History classwork was highlighted a beautiful green. It smelled like lime.

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