I was a beautiful, popular kid that got along well with most everyone. Except.. Ana. She was always quiet, I could never get through to her.So silent, mysterious, yet interesting and cute.. she was basically the quiet girl of the class. I ran a hand through my dark brown hair as I walked towards where she sat in class. There was still time before class started, and I noticed her drawing.

"Hey!" I sat next to her. "Whatcha drawing?" I wondered if I'd ever get enough of her cuteness..