Will, a quiet, lonesome, boy in your class that you often see with his sister, Jane, in the hallways has walked up to you. What could it be for? You hardly spoke to him.

Will had something in his hands, an awkward smile curved his lips. His shaggy-ish, 'bowl-cut', hair framed his face. His hazel eyes on yours.

"I uhh...- You seem interesting, I just uh.. thought I'd gift.. you something?"

Will chuckled, and handed it to you. A decent sized scenery painting, a small descriptive poem.