𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙇𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙤𝙥𝙨📍

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 2.

It was a decent day out. It speaks for itself. It is all I remember from the time. It was an abnormally rough day considering it was after the school play. Though most of it was improv, and I couldn't at the time push myself enough to successfully master my entire script (although it was fairly easy, and small.) I don't remember thinking much of it, besides the feeling of my cheeks turning hot, feeling like burning embers while the rest of the play went on.

I zoned out, only a few times focusing back in our hearing an occasional clap from the crowd or a thump from an immature student backstage. I sat awkwardly within my 'group', or so you could call it. Assholes. Complete assholes. It was all I could think about. Why did I even join the club in the first place? It seemed a little odd to me, the whole situation as I decided to rewind the moment in my head and think deeper into it, biting my lips as if the answer to the question "why am I here?" was buried between my teeth and gums.

Once the sounds of the applauding adults overwashed my memory, I fled from the scene as if I despised the whole situation. (Though it wasn't far off . Again- assholes. I was surrounded by them.)

I made my way to a considerably small room once I heard the relieving yet somehow bothersome bell, dismissing an assload of children stampeding out as if there was a carnival passed the school doors. While I waved a small goodbye to my other 'friends' (I use this term lightly. They were the complete nuances that built me up to who I am now in the worst way possible.)

as soon as I entered the room it became silent for a split moment as I peered across the room, scanning and detecting who annoying people I'd have to deal with those next 2 dreadful hours. I set my bag down lightly and rather much too politely for my taste otherwise. I made my way over to a nearby shelf, thoughts racing fast through my mind, as fast as the children ran out of school. It gave me an immediate headache with the thought of "oh good grief." I grabbed a pencil, a black spiral notebook that seemed fairly trashed from my point of view then, but was dreadfully accepted with the thought of "it will certainly suffice for now." I sat at a relatively small table, distinctly shaped like a kidney. I rolled my eyes to myself with such a foolish thought before sitting down next to another girl.

I glanced at her mostly, knowing the feeling of having eyes on you if you stared for even just a second quite too long. She had short brown hair, and glasses similar to mine. An awfully unique but aesthetically pleasing girl. I assumed we weren't in the same grade, as I didn't know her. Faint images flashed back into my mind at that sudden moment. She was at the play. I remember glancing at her, as she stared at me upon stage with solemn, tired eyes. I sat decently close to her, seeing as she was the only person at the entire place that would and COULD draw half as decent as the next guy around. I eyed her work quite a few times, noting her drawings of characters. People. Mostly her, I presumed.

I began to draw the only thing I really knew how to draw. Any canine that came to my mind. I focused on it, allowing my hand to follow my mind for a few sudden moments, every few seconds turning red with the feeling of those beading honey colored eyes pinned on me and my drawing. This of course, naturally and instinctively pressured me to do better. I mustered up the best drawing I could possibly create through the pressure and the noise of kids yelling "uno!" And other card-game-related-phrases.

Her outfit consisted of a yellow t-shirt. A classic, though it wasn't (and perhaps never will be) my style of choice. She also wore the relatively same black leggings that I wore supposedly every day. I noticed her scruffed-Up black Converse shoes. I smirked to myself as I glanced down with the simple thought of "nice." She had a light bronzed skin color, her hair lightly fluffed up as if she was a 90's model. Her lips were a rosy color, thought large and plump. She looked like she came straight from a 90's rom-com movie. I could clearly see that she had a beautiful natural blush, a flattering look on her. Her thin and small frame fit her and her seemingly shy personality very well. She continued to sketch out her cartoon-ish characters (which I took a liking to, might I add). I opened my mouth a split second too early, my mouth hanging for a second before choking out the small sentence "I like your drawing." I felt hot with embarrassment. Like a fish out of water. I barely spoke up. How rude of me, I perhaps thought. She looked up at me for a second before smiling. Perhaps I had spoken up.