random shit and thoughts

-Drawing

At the dinner table,

I draw in my sketchbook.

We're at a restaurant.

"What are you drawing honey?"

My mom asks me as I shyly hide my paper.

"I don't know. Just sketching, that's all."

I mutter, continuing to move my pencil across the paper.

A waiter comes around,

"Wow! Your a great artist!"

She exclaimed.

"Thanks." I say.

"Go on sweetie, show her the girl you were drawing earlier."

Girl?

I look at the oc, long dark hair, piercings along his ears.

"Uhm."

"Can you draw me?"

A little girl days from behind the waiter.

I sigh in relief.

"Sure."

I flip the page, all eyes on me,

How would my mom feel if she knew what I was drawing?