Sometimes I took my drawing outside of my room. Todd would be sitting next to me on the couch, ranting about the weirdest shit. I had my binder paper, sketching out everything he said. It soon became a game, seeing how accurately I could picture whatever he described. Sometimes the results are priceless.
This one time, a teacher came towards us during our lunch period. She sat a few chairs away from us, watching us. It became kinda nerve racking. Todd felt it too, he stopped using profanities in his crazy stories. What scared us to the point of stopping was when she came towards us, a smile on her face. Both of us stared at her as she looked at me.
"Can I see that?" she asked.
I quickly handed the piece of paper to her, my face burning up.
"This is..." she studied the paper closer. "Amazing. Your attention to detail, I love it. Can I keep it?"
"Sure," Todd answered for me, looking just as nervous as me.
"Thank you," the teacher smiled. "I'm Ms. Thomas. And you two are?"
"Todd," he answered, seeming a lot more relaxed, even having a genuine smile on his face. "He's Aiden, he can't speak. I do all the talking for him."
Ms. Thomas smiled at me. "Nice to meet you, Aiden."
The next day, there was a huge blank sketchbook that sat on our usual couch. Faber Castell pens and copic markers were laid next to it. I rushed to them, looking at the art supplies like a child of Christmas day. It was the happiest I've ever been in this hell hole. Todd was just as excited as I was, giving me a smirk I only recognize as trouble.
I never really saw Ms. Thomas again. I heard she was fired for some reason. I never had her but she was my favorite teacher.
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Silence is Golden
RomanceThis was Aiden's last year in high school, and he was determined to make it a great year. That didn't really work out very well for him. Like all seniors, he was forced to deal with the usual struggles, college, classes, teachers, romance. Throughou...
