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Calla And Maggie
Calla was sitting on top of a hill, she was SO BORED! She needed something exciting to do, and fast, or else she would fall asleep on this dumb him.

Maggie was admiring the view, thinking about new house ideas. She looked up to see a girl. Looking extreamley bored. "Hi." I said shyly.

CALLA FOSTER: Calla turned to the girl, “Hey! Nice to meet you.”

Maggie Stone: "Yeah, umm.....I'm Maggie Stone." I said, still a bit shy.

CALLA FOSTER: “I’m Calla Foster.” She stood up, “So doyou have anything to make this painfully boring day exciting?”

Maggie Stone: "I don't know. Do you like paintings?" I asked.

CALLA FOSTER: “My dad is Keefe Foster, so I’m pretty good at them and they’re nice.” She answered, “What do you have in mind?” Calla was quite curious.

Maggie Stone: "Well, my older brother taught me how before he left. And I've been painting recently. Most of them are me and Megan, or paintings of Exilium."

CALLA FOSTER: Her eye’s widened in amazement, “Really? Exilium sounds so cool! I’ve never gotten to go, but I’ve heard stories.” Calla had always wanted to go to Exilium, but never had to opportunity. She was slightly jealous that Maggie got to go and paint it.

Maggie Stone: "Well, I have to go every day, nd the views were amazing, so I couldn't resist. Do you want to see?" I asked.

CALLA FOSTER: Calla definitely wanted to go, “Would I ever! Let’s go!” Her boring day might just have gotten exciting.

Maggie Stone: I pulled out a leaping crystal and brought us to a small clearing. In the clearing, was a small log house. Megan was on the porch, playing with a doll. "Meg, this is Calla. Calla, this is Megan. " I introduced.

CALLA FOSTER: She smiled, “Hi Megan! I heard your sister paints, mind showing me some of them?” Calla was pretty social when she wanted to be.

Maggie Stone: Megan got up, grabbed Calla's hand, and led her into the small kitchen. "Der!" Megan said, pointing at a painting  above the couch, of Exilium. I looked at the one Meg had pointed to. It was a painting of the Sunrise, and the Exilium coaches working with the Waywards.

CALLA FOSTER: “Woah...” Dhe said as she walked closer, wanting to get a better look. She turned to Maggie, “This is incredible! You have a gift.”

Maggie Stone: "Thanks. I've only had a year and a half of practice though. Your paintings are probably better."