Sketchbook ▲ KSIMON :: AU // Under editing and rewriting

Ghost

Simon stood by the school entrance and watched as every student left. Everyone enthralled in conversation with people some must've known for years. Everyone had their friends and people they could rely on. But Simon didn't know anyone here. No one knew him, but he liked it that way. Being the new kid he could weave through crowds like a ghost. No one recognising him, no one acknowledging him, and they'd leave him be. Maybe you consider that bad but Simon knows there's much worse. Even if he knew these people and if he cared about these people, he still preferred being the ghost. And as alive as he truly was he always felt like one. Simon preferred hovering through life as if he wasn't even there or as if he was invisible. He assumed however that was more normal then it was. But everyone here seemed normal to Simon, but he didn't like it. He'd rather meet people who are more different, more disconnected to his conception of normal.

With a sigh the boy slung his bag over his shoulders and headed towards the football pitch. He wasn't really into sports that much. If anything if it weren't for a particular reason he'd be plenty happy at home with a canvas beside him and a paint brush between his fingers. Yet he was here because he admired one of the players on the team. A boy known as Olajide. Simon sat back for a moment acknowledging the dark skinned boys vibrant personality and caring smile. Features like that aren't always seen or appreciated so Simon pulled out his sketchbook. Grin apparent on his face, he began to draw the rough lines.

He was trying to make the picture happy and he'd soon fill it with the colours from pastels, fading together their bright colours. However, he had reached a problem. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't draw a simple smile on the boys face. It seemed impossible to make the atmosphere displayed on the picture appear as if it seems happy and enlightened. Stuck, he stopped and turned the page. When he started again with a different he had reached the same problem as if JJ had brought a sad aura onto his paper.

Once more Simon had started again except he drew the boy as the paper had perceived him. He used graphite pencils to shade on a pained expression. He didn't know why but he did rather enjoy drawing pictures displaying sadness far more than plain happiness. It tells more of a story. The artist was proud of his work even if he had left the other two drawings unpolished and unfinished. Once more, he gazed at the drawing. Simon believed he'd mastered the ability to draw ones perfect imperfections. Only in this case it was better because JJ wore perfect as if it was tattooed onto his skin. He was the guy that girls threw themselves at and any guy would want as a mate. He was the guy who's name would be found as a synonym in a dictionary, just under the word 'perfect.' But the sketchbook displayed wonderfully in three pages that the boy on the field before him was not perfect.

Looking up from his book, he had realised the game was nearly over. Taking notice that JJ's team had happy expressions painted onto their faces so the blonde assumed his team were winning. Grinning from ear to ear, Simon watched as the game finished. Maybe you'd find it weird, but Simon felt a tinge of pride for the perfectly imperfect boy he had never met. Maybe now, Simon wished it had stayed that way. Even though no matter how much the blonde admired Jide, he was happy with being a ghost.

First book!
Now we all know this one might last two days... 😂

-Loz