I tilt my head to the side while looking at him in confusement "I have one...eerrmm" I hand him my bright red sharpener slowly and as he takes it I quietly mutter to myself "Why bang your head and the table" i then chukkle a little at the thought of when he did it.
"Because I now have a line through my drawing" he slowly moves his hand to point at his work whils intensley staring at me. This makes me shiver and feel uncomfortable.
"oh" I reply to his response and then I say to him after I turn to look away from him seeming to try and make eye contact with me. "C.can you p.please stop staring at me i.it's wierd"
"oh, im sorry. It's just that you seem more errm normal than what everyone seems to say you are" he lifts his head up from the desk and stares at his pencil then starts to sharpen it.
"Excuse me?" I ask him out of curiosity wondering what he meant but he doesnt reply to me.
"Now year 11 you must draw a detailed drawing of the picture that you have chosen, remember that it is only the face and that you should try and use all of the equipment that is on your table" sais the teacher to the whole class befre she goes over to talk to some of the other students.
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