you walk down the hallway in your school. it was dumb. you hated school. it was completely pointless to you. you did like art though. but you didn't like the teacher. he was stupid. he graded the paintings he made you and your classmates do and put the lettered grade on the front of the paper.

it was art class again. you needed to go. you almost wanted to go. when you stepped inside the room you looked around. you saw a boy. a boy you've never seen before. he sat in the middle of the class rubbing his face.

the boy kept his eyes on a piece of paper. a blank piece of paper.

he looked up and saw you.

"you!" he said with a loud tone.

"you're beautiful!" he said "come!" he added motioning to the seat next to him. "ill draw you." he exclaimed. his fingernails darkened with charcoal. he picked up his dark pencil and began drawing.