<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/244/2/d/laura_pol_paint_by_patricia_crvl-d7xjoof.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tessa "Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Under a tree in the front lawn<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 10th, Noon-ish<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sunspot, OPEN<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Drawing, then Oh!<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Tank (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/39/c4/69/39c4697e5b0b9070f0943ed66a50fc9e.jpg), gloves (https://img1.etsystatic.com/000/0/5588640/il_570xN.309568349.jpg), blue skinny jeans, and a pair of dirty converse sneakers<br/><hr/><br/>Tessa was sitting in the shade, her back up against the trunk of a tree and her knees bent in front of her. It was a beautiful day out and she was enjoying the weather, and the sights. She had purposely sat facing a soccer game, enjoying the sight of handsome men with their shirts off. It was something she had grown to like a lot since coming to this school, but she still chose to watch from afar. Even with how much her newly found friends were helping her to be less awkward and invisible, she still couldn't help but return to old habits.<br/><br/>With her sketch pad against her knees, she had already sketched lightly in pencil and was moving on to her next step. A cluster of different colored pens were in the grass beside her, not at all organized, as she tended not to be. She was preoccupied with deciding on a color when she heard someone call out, but she didn't look up, having thought<em>gata</em>was someone's name. Obviously they were calling to someone else. But, when she selected her pen and looked back up to her sketch pad, it was too late. The ball rolled up her legs and she lifted her sketch pad to block herself from getting hit in the face, but it just caused the ball to roll up the book and fall on top of her head. It didn't hurt, but it definitely made her blush as the ball fell beside her.<br/><br/>Her attention was then brought to the shirtless guy who was jogging over to her. She rolled the ball over to him with an embarrassed half-smile before her right hand touched her bangs, making sure they were still in place. She hoped that by rolling the ball to him, he'd head back to the game and not pay her any mind. She wasn't used to attention and could feel all eyes on her after what had just happened, but she was determined not to use her powers for every little thing. She had done far too much over the past week and a half that she had begun to forget what things actually happened.