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Caitlyn jumped at the sound causing her to spill paint on some of the table and a little bit of the drawing. "Oh no!" She tried to wipe the paint away with her hands in a panicked state. She looked at the black paint that was slowly spreading around the table. She looked around the room and couldnt find anything to use, she looked to the painting of Miss Quiara. She frowned. "Sorry Miss Quiara.." She grumbled and used the still wet painting to cover up the black inky mess. She let out a sigh and ran a hand down her cheek, causing paint to get all over her face. She puffed her cheeks and frowned. "Its uh...Its clean." She lied hoping that it would make Miss Quiara dissapeared.

The Room itself around the table was actually very clean. Caitlyn always made sure her bed was tidy, and her books around her desk. The only mess was the table and some ink on the carpet near were Caitlyn sat. A brown tipped paintbrush lay in her seat, luckily she sat in an uncomftorble wooden chair.