I Drew You Once in Art Class

Seven

Gerard was going to pick the lake.

It was a nice place to sit and an even nicer place to draw. He'd done it before, when there was no one within sight, only himself and the murky banks, making sloppy sounds as the water lapped against the mud. The lake wasn't as pretty in September as it had been in the Spring, but he didn't figure that mattered. When the bell rang, he tucked his sketchbook under his arm, and walked around half of the lake. It wasn't very big, it took him only a few minutes to be opposite the school. He sat down and began to draw, thinking about how maybe his teacher needed some professional help.