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Empty Canvas.
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She was just sitting there alone, scribbling something in her sketchpad.
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Their classroom was a mess anyway.
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She drew how her classmates would smile, how they would enjoy themselves with one another.
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They never minded her anyway.
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She felt the paper's texture; how it caused friction with her pencil, and yet, so smooth at the same time.
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She let her pencil streak across the whole page; curving and making their way towards their own perfection.
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She was happy about her own art. That, it really expressed who she is.
Even though she wasn't in the picture herself.
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She stared at her masterpiece, as her classmates gave another laugh.
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She was happy being like that, anyway.
(A.N.)
Gomenasai! You must've hated the summary. Well, I'll change it when I think of better one. Anyway, this is purely inspired by my artistic friend and how she grew quiet during class. I just remembered how Namine became lonely being a nobody controlled by the Organization and all that happened. I hope you like it and please do review! *smiles*