Meeting Whitney

Whitney took Johnathon's hand and gave it a hard fast shake. "well it sure is nice to meet yah mister sir!"

Johnathon laughed at her enthusiasm before gesturing to the chair before his desk. "Alright then," he said as he took a seat behind the desk. "Let's start with a fun question, shall we? Who is your favorite superhero?"

Whitney shrugged "easy, Thor, is that a Spinny chair?!" Whintey exclaimed, full of energy as she plopped down into her own chair.

"You're certainly a spark of energy," he commented with a grin, idly writing her answer down on a spiral he kept for the sole purpose of recording what they talked about today. "Yup. It's a good one two. You're welcome to try your chair out," he laughed. "Alright, what do you like to do most at a camp such as Camp Creation for the arts?"

Whitney thought for a moment then grinned "IT'S SOO MUCH FUN?!"

He wondered if he should be worried about Whitney's sugar intake, the way she seemed to be blurting her answers as if they were the answer to life. He shook his head, amused, before looking at his list of questions. He knew Rhea had her own list she made for her campers.

"Well I'm glad you're looking forward to the fun," he laughed. "Alright. Tell me about someone in your family who you admire most."

Whitney thought for a moment, she scratched her chin and seemed to be thinking hard. She looked up and grinned. "My great grandma! She paints!"

Interesting, he mused. "What does she paint?" He asked curiously as he made a note and gave her his undivided attention. He wondered why painting seemed to attract the young girl.

Whitney leaned back and smirked. "Everything, portraits, birds, walls, pictures"Whitney leaned forward and smiled. "It's super pretty"

"Everything, hmm?" he repeated with an amused grin. "Do you paint as well then, Whitney?" He wondered about this highly-spirited girl and found that he rather liked her thus far. Provided she didn't give him some sort of headache during the duration of her stay.

Whitney thought for a moment then nodded quickly. She reached in her bag and pulled out a rolled up picture, she unrolled the picture and showed him a mediocer looking painting of a rabbit. "yup! I paint! I'm better at writting though" she admited and laughed.

"It's very well done. I can't say if your writing is better, as I have yet to see any of your work there," he commented as he looked at her painting of a rabbit. Her enthusiasm was certainly refreshing and he finished writing in her profile before he stood up. "Thank you Whitney for coming. Let's get you back to your dorm shall we?"

Whitney nodded then quickly got up "just let me do something" whitney said very calmly. She walked around the desk and jumped in her counclors chair. Spun it around as quickly as she could and laughed hysterically. She jumped out of the chair and wobbled around as she continued to laugh. She headed out the door, running into the door frame before she finally got out and wobbled her way down the hall.

Johnathon shook his head at her antics, but allowed her to do so. He was grateful she seemed so carefree at her age. The rate kids were growing and learning now, most didn't have that opportunity. He closed his office and headed out.