I sat at my desk. The slim wooden legs held the surface still. My pencil's soft end brushed the page, marking the ears of a wolf. I curved the lead path, forming the wolf's muzzle and a few circles near the edge for the nose.
The teacher walked over and asked me what I was doing. I said nothing, but continued drawing.
The teacher asked again, and I replied with a point at my drawing.
He sighed and walked away.
I continued to sketch the wolf's eyes and whiskers.
The bell rang for the end of school. Students charged out of the classroom to escape into the hall. The teacher sorted his papers and glided his pen across the soft desk, to where it would stay 'till the morrow. He strode slowly out through the door, and his footsteps faded away into small taps.
I shaded in the wolf head, with darker patches around the eyes and added the strokes of fur. I left the classroom and then the school, my drawing on the teacher's desk.
