I have no excuse for my absence, but i sincerely apologize, i'm trying to apply for highschool, and learn lines for drama club. Also, i honestly could not think of any way to start a new chapter, the last one was a run on of nonsense as it is. It was mostly your comments that kept me going though. When i read them and the majority were saying "please update :0" i felt so guilty i dusted off the series and started typing!

Thank you!

EDIT: I ADDED A LITTLE CONVERSATION BETWEEN MARY AND IB. IT'S NOTHING SPECIAL SO IF YOU DON'T READ IT THEN YOU'RE NOT MISSING ANY IMPORTANT PLOT POINTS.

(translyvanian accent) I do not own Ib and bleh, blehbleh(who knows what movie i'm talking about? :)


Art was the only class Ib really enjoyed, although language arts had it's moments. She could take a pen, a pencil, a brush, and lose herself amongst the intertwining colors, shapes, and designs, completely free from herself. Sometimes she drew or painted with her eyes closed, not worried about the look of the picture but the feel. She was often praised by her teacher for her skills, which...of course... attracted mostly jealous onlookers who just couldn't understand that she painted for herself, not for attention.

Although, nobody saw her true works of art. They've only seen what she managed in a 30 minute class period ( which were really good, if she were to admit it to herself). Her real paintings and drawings stayed in a binder that was hidden amongst her school books in her backpack. They mostly depicted her dreams (which were mostly surreal and nightmarish) and the life she wished she led ( serene, happy, and far away from the orphanage).

She walked into art and sat down at her desk/table, just as the teacher walked in. The teacher said she didn't have anything planned for them, becuase she had had an urgent family matter the day before and hadn't planned anything. So they were allowed to talk, read, work on homework, or just draw freestyle. A "study hall but with more fun" she said.

Ib immediately grabbed a sharpened pencil and a piece of paper, positioning both directly in front of her. Closing her eyes, she let her mind settle into her "calm" state, and let her body relax. Her hand moved and grabbed the pencil, letting it glide swiftly across the paper, almost as though it had a mind of its own. She never ran off the paper, and never messed up when shading. Neither she nor anyone else understood how she did it. She drew(drawed?) whatever popped up into her mind, although she almost never knew what it was until she opened her eyes.

However, after about 10 minutes she started hearing snickers and giggling that sounded almost directly behind her, which broke her concentration. Her hand stilled and slowly put down the pencil. She slowly opened her eyes and looked behind her.

A gaggle of classmates (99.9% females) stood around her desk, whispering and pointing. Ib slowly turned her gaze to her picture and promptly turned the same color as her eyes.

She had drawn Garry!

He was cupping his hands around a rose with his head bent down, bangs covering unfinished eyes, and a small, almost sad, smile on his face. His hair was floating slightly around his face, as if a small gust of wind had been drawn beyond the borders of the paper, and what looked like petals floated around him in a random order. There were small lines running down his hands from where thorns appeared to pierce the skin, and a single drop of darkness seemed content to fall into an eternal white oblivion below his cupped hands.

She grabbed the drawing as quick as lightning,fueled by adrenaline and rising anger. Hot tears formed into her traitorous eyes and threatened to overflow onto her reddened cheeks. She stood up, so suddenly that the group of gossipy girls momentarily fell silent. She picked up her bag, and almost in a daze, walked out, deaf to the catcalls and jeers of her classmates and the calls from her teacher.

As soon as she reached the hallway, she ran. Rooms and other branches of hallway flew by her in a watery blur. She had no idea why those girls made her react the way she did. It's just a picture for Christ's sake! Why was she crying? Why was she so angry? Why was that picture such an embarrassment to her?

In her little daze, she didn't notice when someone stepped out in front of her from another part of the maze of corridors. They collided with a muffled whump, and papers,pencils, and books scattered like mice.

"Oh, I'm so terribly sorry! It was all my fault, please let me help you pick up your belongings! Ooh, I'm such a clutz! Note to self, watch where you are going at ALL times!"

A young girl, maybe 11, with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes , kept at this for several minutes as they cleared their respective things. She looked kind enough, even if she talked too much. Although her eyes sparkled mischievously, like she constantly had something to hide.

"My name is Mary, what is yours?"

Ib took a scrap of scattered paper and a pencil and scribbled her name onto it. Mary stared at the paper for a moment.

" Why didn't you just say so? Can you talk? OH, I'm so sorry! What a personal question! You don't have to answer me you know"

Ib took her scrap of paper back and scribbled on it again.

" You don't like to talk? Why not? Talking is such fun! "

More scribbles.

" Talking isn't worth it? Oh, OK you're one of THOSE people."

Ib wondered what she meant, but decided not to ask.

"Oh, hey is this yours? WOW! It's so detailed!"

Ib looked over to see Mary gazing intently at the unfinished drawing. Face heating up, she grabbed the drawing and quickly stuffed it neatly into her bag.

"Oh, I wish I could draw like that! Is that a made up person or a real person? Either way he's a hottie! Are you going to finish it? Oh, could I see the finished version? Please? Well that is if we ever cross paths again..."

Starting to get tired of the girl's endless chatter, she quickly thanked the girl, Mary, for helping pick up her things, and walked off. Since she had calmed down from her blind madness, she walked and thought about the drawing, putting the strange blonde girl out of her mind. Maybe she should finish it in color?

She took the picture out of her bag and stared at it as she walked. Yes, she could imagine the picture in color though his eyes were going to be a challenge.

Paying attention to her drawing, Ib nearly bumped into another person. Why were there so many people in the hallways all of a sudden?

"Ib? I didn't think you were the type to skip class!"

Ib looked up in shock, quickly hiding the drawing between two of her books.

Garry smiled at her in a way that made her face heat up. She smiled back and wrote on the scrap paper, showing him it.

Why are YOU skipping class?

He smiled again, " Oh, well doesn't everybody skip a class once in a while?"

She raised an eyebrow at him, giving him a look.

His smile turned sheepish under her gaze.

"Allright , fine, there was a test that I wasn't ready for, OK? Don't look at me like that!"

She smiled at his sheepish, half explanation, signalling that she was joking.

He smirked at her and bowed butler-like.

"Well, since we're both free for the next 20 minutes, would you like to accompany me to our hangout spot?"

Her smile widened as she nodded, grabbing his outstretched hand. The drawing hidden between the books forgotten.


oh, what will happen? I don't really like that ending but I wanted to update for all you poor fans who have to suffer my bouts of writers block. I love you all for reading this! Like always any questions or confusions you may have, feel free to PM me or comment. I love hearing your opinions (unless you're being mean, then its just uncalled for)