I huffed again and looked at my horrible drawing of a girl
"Hey you're good at this" I said and looked at the girl drawing next to me and the drawing was a girl with her hair infront of one of her eyes and she was smiling and the girl drawing smiled at me and I recognised her as the girl I bumped into in the corridors
"How do you draw that good?" I asked curiously and she shrugged shading the background lightly
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I trudged to my locker at the end of the day to put away my books and got spooked by somebody slamming a locker and I looked at it realising it was mine
"Hey!" I yelled at the person running off so I quickly opened my locker and sighed seeing it was just another scroll from Grayson so I opened it up and saw the same drawing that the girl from my art class drew
"What the hell" I said staring at the drawing the girl drew today
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RomansaGrayson. A girl that can't talk. She's mute. She's been her whole life. She can't say her feelings so she draws them. All rights reserved please don't copy with out my permition. If you do I will report you.
