I always start my drawings the same way. Hair first. Id look up, look around for ideas, and draw the best hairstyle I saw. It always ended up great. I couldn't start drawings any other way. Those would always end up terrible.
One day I was looking around and seeing nothing so I improvised. I drew a messy, black style and stared at it, chewing my nail. I decided it was a boy I was drawing. I drew the shape of the face, and then drew the eyes.
It was funny. I never drew eyes like that and there they were in the picture. I sensed someone standing in front of me but I ignored them. I drew the rest of the face and then drew the body sitting in almost the same strange position I normally sat in except I kept my legs crossed. I heard the person murmur in surprise. I looked up, quickly closing my notebook and looked right at a mirror image of my drawing.
I blinked in surprise.
"Who are you?" I asked, startled. He stared at me oddly.
"I am L," he said. Oh. Id heard Dad speak of him. There was an awkward pause. "May I ask who you are?" he questioned politely.
"Oh! I'm Sabrina," I said quickly.
"Sabrina!" I heard a different voice yell. Mello. "Judge if this is better than Near's." He shoved two papers at me.
"Again? Why me? Go ask someone else for once!" because it honestly got on my nerves sometimes…
"But you're the best at it!" Mello said, stubborn. Near came then and smiled shyly at me. I have no clue what gets into him around me but he always acts shy. I rolled my eyes.
"Fine. But next time someone else." I said as I looked closely at the two papers.
I expected the strange boy to leave but he stayed until I had chosen which was best. When Mello and Near had left, glancing at L curiously, and L claimed my attention again.
"I'm sorry, I don't have much time, but Id to like speak to you some more." He told me. I shrugged, wondering what that could mean.
"I'll talk to Wammy arranging when we can meet again," he continued, chewing his thumbnail.
"My Dad?" he looked surprised for a moment.
"Yes," he said with hardly any hesitation. "Have a nice day."
I stared as he walked out of the classroom.
"That was weird," I said to myself. I opened my notebook and stared at the unintentional picture of the strange boy known as L.