Dear Anxiety

Dear Anxiety,

I don't like you very much.

Sincerly,

Drew.

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Drew is a lost boy. As a teen orphan, the insecure 17 year old is clinically depressed and diagnosed with depression. He doesn't like university, he has no friends and he hasn't spoken a word to anyone in years.

Then there's her. Emma. The girl in the back of his History class and the corner of his Creative Curriculum class. The one who wears the same outfit everyday - a grey baggy hoodie, faded black skinny jeans and a band shirt. She always has her mint green headphones in. Never talks either. Doesn't look up often. She's good at Art.

They've never talked. But Emma has seen Drew's rare smile and Drew has seen her eyes. His amazing, award-winning smile that seldom appears. Her vivid ocean blue eyes with a hint of a dark green that look down at her faded blue Nike's.

Drew writes to his anxiety. Emma paints her insecurities.