Yawning silently, I meandered slowly towards an easel that was situated right at the very back of the classroom, positioned so I'd be looking out the window.
At least no one will disturb me here or ask questions as to why I looked on the brink of deaths door today because I really wasn't up for discussing it or anything for that matter. I needed peace and quiet this hour.
Slumping myself down on the stool I glanced around the half empty class with a feeling of tiredness and boredom until my eyes landed on the easel in front of me.
Clipped on to the board with the paper holder was a rolled up piece of paper with a black ribbon.
Just like that my exhausted, sadness and glum mood vanished and I tingled with anticipation.
Why so excited? They're just pictures from an anonymous guy?
Urgh shut up and open it.
I gasped upon seeing a perfectly placed and painted picture of me. The picture was of one of my recent Instagram photos, in fact I posted it yesterday morning.
Did this person follow me on Instagram? Or did they just look secretly? Like a one off?
Who was this person?
I need to know.
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Pictures - Ashton Irwin (completed)
FanfictionHe's silent, so he can't tell her how he feels. But he can show her. Book 1 in the Communication Series•
