Drawing

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Hazy. Blonde. Drowning. I felt silky hair between my fingers, slowly wrapping around me. Sinking. Falling. I jumped up the moment my head went under. I looked around to find myself in my bed. Was it a dream? I thought. I jumped out of bed and did my morning routine. As we headed out the door I felt like I was forgetting something. I stood in the doorway for a few seconds until mom said "cmon we gotta get going"
I closed the door and got in the car. The morning had felt like it was in slow motion. The feeling of forgetting something crawled around me. When we got to school I got out of the car and said bye. I waited for her to turn the corner and leave before I went in the school. I looked around for Donovan, but I couldn't see him. I went to my locker and grabbed my science notebook then sat through science. Then I went to social studies. I got out my notebook and ripped out my dog drawing. I patiently waited again for Grayson. I saw his silver hair before I saw him. I turned my gaze to see him put down his sketch book lightly. "U-uh hey, Grayson" I said. He turned to me with a confused face. " I saw you smiling at my drawing yesterday." I pushed the piece of paper towards him. He snatched it up and stared at it. His green eyes had a certain look. He looked really happy but once again that faded. "n-no you made it, you should have it." He held the paper my way but I didn't take it. I held out my hand to say 'keep it'. He looked disappointed as he took it back and neatly folded it. Language and math were the same as usual, boring. That night I couldn't sleep. I just kept thinking back to the silky blonde hair that wrapped around me in my dream. I let my hand glide around a piece of paper as I thought. Bags slowly formed around my eyes. I looked down at my paper and saw something I couldn't imagine. It was a picture of a kid sitting next to a pond staring into the water, only the reflection was some kind of monster. A tall, bear-like monster with six eyes. It looked sad.

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