Art. A class you kind of dreaded every time you saw it on your school schedule. You were the kind of child who had the passion but not the talent for it.

Right now, you were sitting down at your assigned seat, drawing little stars on the corner of your empty paper.

The boy who was in the assigned seat next to you soon arrived into class. Sunny was his name, and he always got the highest marks on his art related assignments. He was very quiet—you’ve only heard him say a few things throughout highschool. He was odd to say the least…