Disclaimer: Why on earth would I be writing one of these if I owned Danny Phantom?
Drabble #18: Sketches
He sketched.
He loved doodling and drawing during class. It was a way to pass the time during English class which, largely in part to Lancer's monotonous voice, seemed like it would never end. His favorite place to draw was in the margins of his paper, so at least he could pretend to take notes.
Doodles of ghosts, eyes, trees, his family and friends, anything that you could think of appeared on his papers. Whenever it was time to turn in the worksheets, he frantically erased the sketches. Only a light trace remained on the paper when he handed it in.
He always sketched in pencil. There was always a chance to erase, to hide, to start anew. With a freshly sharpened pencil in his hand, anything was possible.
One day, they were writing letters in pen. Lancer said that letters were supposed to be written in pen and that they were to be handed in at the end of the period.
He was bored. The boy started making absentminded doodles around his words. He started drawing a picture of his family and a ghost attacking in the background in cold black ink. It was quite depressing when you looked at it. Time flew by as the world seemed to pause for him.
"Class. It's time to hand in your papers."
Lancer's voice jarred him back to reality. He jumped and glanced at his sketch. It took up his entire top margin and spilled over into the blank space next to it. Like it was second nature, he grabbed his eraser and started frantically rubbing against the drawing. He only succeeded in blurring the lines and getting a slight dark stain on his eraser.
There was no eraser for a pen.
A/N: Came up with this one while being bored in math class. Naturally, I can't draw to save my life. Thanks to cordria for reviewing the last drabble. Anyways, please review and tell me what you think of this!