"I thought I was creative..." Manny mumbled, staring down at his crayon drawing, now crumpled up paper. Green used to be his favorite color... it was the color of one of his best friends! Maybe he was wrong?

He turned to look at you and pushed his blue hair out of his face, "Do you think I'm creative? Did I do something wrong? I don't know why that sketchbook yelled at me!"

The poor guy seemed more than distraught, he always did after teachers visited. Even the less morbid ones upset him.