-oh, alex... hey. what's up? - the boy 'woke up'.
-i know you. you think too much, did you know? come, art lesson will start in few minutes. at least you will sketch something - the blonde girl said.
there happened what always happens. practically everything and nothing. everybody was arguing, talking, throwing cards and josh and alex were the only ones to draw. when they finished sketching, they went to the teacher to get an additional grade.
-what are you drawing? - the girl asked, still carefully drawing.
-huh? oh, nothing... nothing important - josh answered, as if out of a trance.
but what am i drawing? - the boy thought. suddenly he saw what he had seen a few hours ago, in the street - damn - josh whispered to himself, but he didn't want to throw the drawing away so he quickly drew the last lines.
-hey, josh, what's going on? i won't tell anyone, believe me. you know me - alex put the pencil down on the table.
-so... i told you about my... ex? who died - the boy turned towards his friend.
-yeah, you did, what about him?
do you remember what he looked like? - the teenager continued.
-mhm, more or less. something comes to my head - fair-haired girl answered patiently.
-so you know that i walk on the streets in the morning in the back. and no one was ever there, and today... i saw him, i gues... - the pink-haired boy looked at his shoes, nike.
-what? how this after all, he was burnt down... you still have his number? or messenger?
-i do... josh looked at the window. it was rainy.
-we'll talk at the break - the girl said quickly - now pretend that you are drawing something. mrs. 'art is the most important lesson' is coming - alex whispered.
-what are the kids doin'? - the teacher said in a cheerful voice - josh, very nice drawing. alex sticks to her subjects as i can see - she turned and walked on.
-blah, blah, blah - the girl frowned. josh laughed quietly.
-huh? - mrs. martinez turned back - no? ok - she turned around again and sat down at her desk.
sound of a loud bell filled up the school. the lesson is over.
-thank god. come to the court, behind the stands. no one comes there - the girl suggested unequivocally, then she started to head towards the exit.
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