Adam

Ever since the beginning of the semester I haven't missed any of my drawing lessons, not because I am that interested in them since they are boring anyways, but it's because she is always there.The drawing room and the dancing studio are opposite to eachother and just like me she too has never missed a class.
I love to admire the way she dances and how her body moves as the music plays, the way she closes her eyes to feel the music, the way her feet gracefully touches the ground, everything about her is magnificent. Her chocolatey brown hair, her beautiful eyes ....they are very pretty they have the deep dark colour of the ocean....I can stare at them for the rest of my life, her well sculptured nose, her jawline that is so sharp it could even cut my hand if it dared to touch it. I haven't seen someone as perfect as her.
I have seen her smile a lot...this smile that gives me some kind of comfort I have never felt before....I also love how her eyes close uncontrollably when she smiles.I wonder how her laugh will sound like.
I find myself drawing her in those boring hours of the art class. I have many portraits of her now...my mom is complaining about why I have too many pics of ballet dancers but she doesn't know that she is my only dancer....I memorized every single detail of hers that I could draw her blindly. I have never had the chance of speaking to her though. I don't even know her name. She seems like a very sociable person, she has a lot of friends that I also don't know any of their names.
I have never made friends, I am too shy of rejection plus I am a very affectionate person. My dad was my only friend, back before him and mom's divorce we used to play volleyball and spend a lot of time together. He was the one who taught me how to draw. However he changed so much after that stupid divorce he became a drunkard he never wants to see neither me nor mom. I had to pick him up from a strip club once. I hate the way he became. My mom also changed ..she married that bitch Steve. He treats me awfully and calls me names, he thinks just because I don't have a gf that I am a fag. I hate the way he views things and he doesn't even have the right to define people like that.
I have a separate room away from all this shit. This is where I keep all her portraits. I have been a fan of her since last year. I have also written her letters that I keep in a box below my bed. Since I can't talk to her I can at least express somehow. I really want to know more about her....I want to hear her voice which I believe damn well would sound like the angle she is. But the real question has she ever noticed me?
I have attended all her shows, never missed any of her classes. I really hope she has seen me at least once or twice.