Memory of the past

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Everyone is playing in the gym. The class' favorite blonde hair girl Samantha takes out a Basketball.

She decides to draw a Basketball but the Basketball looks different.

A blonde boy kicks the Basketball and the basketball rolls back and slams into his leg, he decides to sit next to Samantha. "Whatcha drawing?" he asked. "A—" she starts not knowing him. "I'm Oliver." he says.

"S-Sa-Samantha," she stuttered and smiled at Oliver.

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"So what are you drawing?" Oliver asked Samantha.

"A Basketball, I did not do good," Samantha cried. "Its okay, the sharp teeth and pointy hands are a nice touch," Oliver smirks at Samantha and Samantha plays a smile his way. "I'm sure you are great at drawing," he says. Samantha opens her book to show Oliver a drawing of a worm and a shadow. "They are errant, hoped I used the word right," Oliver mumbled. "I think you did," Samantha replied.

"I did my best," Samantha whispers. "They are great!; what else did you draw?" Oliver asked Samantha. "Oh, just more shadows and my imaginary friend," Samantha said. "Oh?" Oliver replied.

"Shes great," Samantha muttered. "You want a real friend?" Oliver asked. Samantha nodded.









"You are so popular yet . . . so lonely?" Oliver murmured.

Samantha dropped her notebook and hugged Oliver. The Notebook turns toba page from the air force.

The page showing of a world of darkness possibly drawn of pencil and Samantha but older standing in the middle of the page with a different hair tone and is looking at a bunch of eyes and a speech buble saying: "I am being watched."

Oliver raised a eyebrow as he hugged Samantha back.




Samantha started crying into Oliver's shoulder.

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