Finally, I've been given my Student Centered Project and know exactly where I want to take it. I presented my pitch to my lecturers last week and am glad to say they loved it, then gave me the go ahead to start my character designs and storyboards.

Will start posting my progress throughout the year.

On a warm sunny day, a little girl scampers around hustling city streets; laughing to herself as she runs her hands over objects, changing their color and appearance as her fingers ricochets from object to object.
Looking to the sky, she closes her eyes and begins to imagine holding a balloon, suddenly appearing as if by magic.
Slowly floating into the air she whirls from building to building, reaching a certain height the balloon bursts, sending her crashing through the branches of a tree.
Swinging by her legs, she hangs upside down on the bottom branch of the tree, laughing to herself.
Dropping to her feet and dusting herself off, she looks over with a sly grin at a neglected box.
Thrashing her hands as if hurling bolts of energy, the box begins violently shaking, sprouting limbs and a face.
At great speed it comes blundering towards the girl.
Grabbing a leash she swiftly swings herself onto its back and starts riding it down the street, a scared but slightly excited expression taking hold of her face.
Swerving in and out of the crowd they come to a lumbering crash as they hit a small wall, launching her into the air and splashing into a water fountain.
Childishly climbing out the girl starts to shake herself dry, rinsing the water from her clothes she looks over to a mother and child playing, the cheeky grin slowly leaving her face.
Her eyes widen before they slowly start to swell with tears, looking down to the collapsed box at her feet.
With a sudden gasp she gazes down the busy street, noticing all the colors and patterns she had created are no longer there.
Stood alone, the girl starts weeping as she glimpses back at the mother and child playing.
A father figure joins them, lifting the child onto his shoulders as he and his wife walk away hand in hand.
Giving one last glance at the misshapen box, she suddenly runs back through the streets to her home.
Struggling to reach the handle, she pushes the door open and stumbles up the stairs to her room.
Quickly locking the door; she runs to her bed, curling up and burying her head in her arms.
Slowly she stands…..walking to her dressing table, she takes a seat.
Reaching for a small trinket box, she slides open a tiny compartment revealing a small picture of her parents holding her, smiling, as a happy family.
Tears run down her cheeks, gracefully glistening to the photo as the girl looks into the mirror, her reflection slowly freezes with her face baring one last smile.
The mirror begins to get smaller as a tear weeps down its glass, revealing not to be a mirrored reflection, but a photo of the little girl from the story.
A young woman holding the photo delicately caresses the little girl’s cheek as tears dance its down frame.
Quietly approaching, a man takes her face in his hands; gently places a kiss on her forehead and draws her close.
Carefully taking the photo, he places it back on a shelf, softly wiping the tears from its frame.

“One day your life will flash before your eyes. Make sure every moment is worth watching.”