《 Open minded 》

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1 1 : a m

I sit down on the park bench putting the small back pack I brought next to my feet.

I lean back and close my eyes, the ghost boy making his way into my head, smiling at the thought of his sky blue eyes and blonde hair.

After several moments of silence, I'm soon awoken as I feel the light pitter patter of rain.

I open my eyes to see that the dull grey had in a matter of fact sprung a leak, and I wasn't being watered by a hose.

I jump up, quickly shutting my sketchbook and shoving it in my bag.

The rain had put me in a bad mood.

I'm easily put in bad moods.

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2 : 4 7 a m

"It's the rain, huh?"

I grin as I turn to see the familiar figure I had deemed ghost boy.

"Yeah.."

I pause wondering if I should ask him, I do it anyway.

"...who exactly are you?"

"Me? O-oh you can call me- ah..." he puts his hands in his face as he sits at my desk across the room.

"You don't have a name do you?"