She added the final touches on her drawing. The little girl looked solemnly at her and the boy looked at her as if he were the luckiest dog demon in the entire notebook. She looked at the picture critically and began to look for the flaws and soon had found at least five.
Just as she was about to put the notebook up in despair he said something.
"Hey!" he said, "That's cool! Are into that manga stuff?"
She blinked not sure what to say.
"Um, thanks. Yeah I'm into manga."
Everything she wanted to say stuck in her throat as she accepted the praise. Not knowing what to do she picked up the pencil and began to draw looking down. Her neck felt all awkward and stiff. She wasn't praised much. It felt all wrong, as if the invisible bubble she had always had had been burst.
When he turned away she didn't feel good at all. "Great, look how anti social you must look." She wanted to find a shell and hide. "Loser." She thought.
She stared at his back and let her mind soak in his persona. He had blonde hair, blue eyes, and kind of had a skater look to him. She knew a little about him. She knew he was smart, funny, and very loud. He got into trouble a little "but doesn't every boy." She thought. She knew he was pretty popular and had lots of friends. He kind of looked like Artemis Fowl to her or Naruto for that matter. But most important to her, no, most interesting to her was that he could skateboard.
She loved skateboards. She loved the recklessness about them and the skill that was required. She loved the dedication that skaters had to their work and she loved all the tricks. She also loved how forbidden it was. Her parents hated skateboards. They were either too dangerous or expensive. She wished she could skateboard. She almost loved them as much as manga.
"No," she thought, "Manga is more addictive."
She sighed and cleaned off her glasses. That was another thing she wanted, contacts.
She thought for a second and decided to forget the entire thing. She just let him skip her mind. So she thought.