𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚛𝚢

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I sit and sketch. Erase. I try again. Erase. I can’t seem to draw the girl that I saw last night. Standing with no fear in her eyes. I can’t seem to draw her. Who was that girl, so sad but bright? I guess I’ll never know. Art is new to me, a new hobby and new skill. So I must try somehow. I ask around, did you see the girl near the pond and they look at me funny. “ Yes we did.” They all say then laugh. I don’t know why I’m getting laughed at. Who was that girl! I can’t seem to remember. I ask my mom and she says.

 “ Why sweetie don’t you remember?” I shake my head. My mom touches my head. 

“ Must be the seasons sweeping your memory off. Why that was you!” She exclaims. 

“ Me!” I say shocked.

 “ You don’t remember that picnic party that happened yesterday?” She asks. “

“ No. But how can that be me?” I ask coriosouly

“ Well it old you. Does that make sense?” She inquires

“ Yes, thanks mom!” I say skipping away to draw me that day. Happy but Sad. Pretty yet dirty. I go to draw myself they way I did that day. At least I’ll try.

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