Crescent

Heart

The boy was hovering over me until he decided to pull a chair to my desk and sit besides me. He was studying the scribbles I had made which was now a drawing. He seemed interested in it, I moved my hand out of the way so he could see the whole picture. 

"so..you're a artist then?" He asked

"I guess so." I replied.

"Pretty. You should take classes" he said

"Oh, I will be.."

He seemed tired still, and I was correct. The boy had his head in his arms again and already dozed off. Was he usually this tired? It seemed like it.

I glanced over the drawing and let out a sigh. I studied it, until I decided it was best to outline it before I colored it. I reached down to the side and grabbed my pens and pencils which were kept in a case to keep them organized and neat. Taking out a fine 1.0 outlining pen, its casing black with white letters stating the brand name, product and other information about the pen. Uncapping it I set the bone down on the paper and traced smooth lines over the drawing. It took longer then I expected to fully outline the drawing.

 And now, the more I stared at the drawing the more I enjoyed how it turned out, the drawing was of a girl of medium height. Her hair cut short in a Bob with bangs that nearly covered her eyes, she wore a soft shy expression. Her hand resting on her chest as her other arm down with her hand grabbing the end of her mid short skirt. She stood with her legs close together, and wore knee high stockings and flats. She wore a sweater, that cuffed halfway around her hands and fit loosely. 

 I had drawn something similar once, but it wasn't as good. You could say that I'm a critic to my own art. I was just about to start coloring when I heard the bell ring, loudly in the classroom. The boy lifted his head up with tired eyes and unaware that he was only asleep for a few minuets. 

"Did I sleep through?" He asked, looking at me with a soft tired expression.