untold stories

Evie

the door closed. and there she was with a boy she never had seen before, evie walkt to her closet and opens it. "here you might need this." she gave a stool so the boy with white hair could reach the lamp. "eh... can i say thank you?" he asked quietly. "yes..s i think you can.my name is Evie." the blue-haired girl. "well thank you than.. Evie, i'm Carlos" he said as he took the stool from her. "this one?" he asked. "yes that one." she answered. the girl went to sit down on her bed. she just stared at the boy. "whats up." she said as soon as he saw the girl staring at him. "nothing much just you know..... stuff." she said. "stuff.. i know that voice. what happened?" the boy said almost falling of the stool and walking to the girl on the bed. "it's not your problem. i don't want you involved that will get us both in trouble." the girl tried to avoid the conversation. "well i am already in trouble so that won't be a problem." the boy said. "well i don't really talk that much to other kids, i am moseley here in my room." she said. "what do you do? you know when you are not at school." she said in the hope this would end soon. "well i help my mom with eh.... everything, i draw sometimes, i try to get not beat up by almost everyone on the isle. and i am pretty good with electronics." he said looking down to the ground. "what do you draw?" she asked not knowing where this will go. "i don't show people sorry." he said looking to the ground even more. "can you make an exception?" the girl asked. " i .... i don't..." he looked up to the girl. his eyes are watery quickly he wipes away a tear. "it's ok i won't hurt you." she stants up and walks to her desk she takes out a pen and paper she wrote something on it and gave it to him.

the girl gave him the paper, the boy wrode it. his tears started valing down his cheeks. he reeds it it said.

'i knew a boy who liked to draw,

he drew pictures that nobody saw.

he is most artistic late at night,

in the bathroom, out of sight.

he kept a secret that no one knew,

he didn't tell a soul his gallery grew.

his drawings are different no paper or pen.

but he needed a bandages now and again.

we stood by the river under the stars,

He rolled up his sleeves and showed me his scars.

he felt embarrassed and looked down at his shoe,

then i rolled up my sleeves and whispered, "i draw too"

carlos rolled up the paper and placed it in one of his pockets "thank you." he whispered. "so you draw too?" the boy whispers. "yes. there is a reason i wear makeup, and this is one of them." she pulls up her sleeve her on her arm are skars, carlos takes her hand. " can i borrow the pen?" he asks. the girl who is now staring too her feet nobbs. the white haired boy takes the pen and writes something on her wrist. she looks at it 'HOPE' it sais. "this will get you through everything. i promise." he said. the girl pulls down her sleeve and takes the pen, she takes the boys hand and rolls up his sleeve and writes the same thing on his wrist. his arm is full of scars and the word 'hope' carved in his skin. she pulls his sleeve down. "the same counts for you." she jumps of the bed and walks to her closed. the boy can't see what she is getting. "carlos can you come?" she asks. he stands up and walks over to her, she turns around and gives him a necklace and some apples. "thank you Evie." he said. "hey carlos. tomorrow it is my first day in dragon hall. can i walk with you?" "yeah sure i can pick you up here if you want." he answers "yes that would be nice. but we can't be friends outside is that okay with you." "yes of course well i see you later." "bye carlos." she wafes to him.