Canvas of You
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Ace Eugenio is a normal high school student. He is an Artist. He draws different thing even human figures. His life is totally okay not until he met Cassandra Somera a happy go lucky girl that never let negative thought fill her. She is always bubbly and bright. She is a transffer student. She also an Artist just like him but unlike him she never draw things that is just black and white all her works are full of colors and happiness.
Whenever it is sketching class Cassy always grab Ace's pencil when Ace chase her to return her pencil she do the puppy dog eyes on him that's why he just stop on getting his pencil and just bring out another one. Every sketching class she always get a pencil from Ace then never return it to him. Eventually what is Cassy's problem?
One day Ace just ask Cassy why does she hates plane black and white canvas? She just smile and continue what she is doing. Questions filled Ace's head why does she hates black and white canvas? Why does she also smile? And why the hell does she just grab my pencil whenever it is sketching class? To be honest what is her problem?
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