The room was silent since everyone was giving their full focus to what they were presently doing. Wyatt, Candice, Ava, Xander and I were all sitting at the dining table. Xander, Wyatt, and Candice were using their gadgets, while Ava and I were sketching away on our drawing pads.
While I was drawing I would look over at Ava who was sitting beside me. I would gaze at her work from time to time, observing her progress. She was doing a floral pattern design in pencil color. Candice, on the other hand, was sitting at the far end of the table with her headphones on, and she was probably watching one of her cartoons.
"I feel like dying," Ava joked when the tip of her coloring pencil broke for the third time in ten minutes. She chuckled, picking up the sharpener she'd placed by her side to remed
