°Natalie's Point Of View°

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My brush moved delicately across the paper, leaving a yellow streak, fated to be a sunrise. I grabbed a thinner brush and dipped it in brown, making an outline of the trees in front of the sun. I finished the trees and began adding in the pink, orange, and red background. When it was done I left it out to dry and began cleaning up my materials. 

I loved to paint. I had them all over my room and one of my dads, who's an artist, hangs them up around the house, sometimes taking down his if there wasn't room. And he will always show them off to people who come over, especially my Aunt Lucy. They're all kind of used to it now.

I walked over to my window and looked out at the green trees in our backyard. Fall was coming soon, my favorite time of year. I loved the way the trees looked, and helping my dads rake up all the leaves into a huge pile and jumping in it, and pumpkin pie, and Halloween. I love Halloween. The candy, the costumes, the movies. I love it all. 

I heard my door creak open and I looked to see who, or what, it was. The door opened a little but I still couldn't see who it was. And then my fat cat wiggled himself through the door. The name tag shone brightly against his orange fur. It read "Wilbur". Why did my Dad name the cat Wilbur? Honestly, I don't know. 

I walked over and picked him up and he meowed in protest. I began to scratch underneath his chin and on his neck and his meows became purrs. I sat on my bed, holding Wilbur in my lap while petting him. 

"Natalie!" One of my dads was calling me downstairs.