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He wasn't going to be around a lot.

I had thought about what I needed to do last night. I would steer clear of him. We were enemies, I'd figured that much out. If he could tell me that he would kill me, then come into my house and talk casually in the same day, he was insane.

He'd said that I'd have to die sooner or later. I had thought that me being different would mean I didn't have to be killed. If that's what you'd call it, since I'm already dead. I wondered what I was.

But that doesn't matter. Grady and I were about to meet everyone in the cafeteria for lunch and decide sketches. When we got there, there couldn't even be any eye contact with Ch- him. Him.

I don't say his name because it would be that much harder to stay away. Like I'd thought before, I'm only interested because I'm not supposed to be. And like he said, we weren't into each other, just the impossible facts we raise with what we are and what we couldn't be.

It was that simple.

Though, it was that complicated.

Grady opened the doors for me and I smiled at him in thanks. I kept my eyes down so I wouldn't be tempted to look for him.

I strutted over to our table and sat next to Zora. She had out a note book and a pen, and was just doodling.

"May I?" I asked.

"Sure," She murmured. "I have to eat, anyway."

I began to draw aimlessly. I drew a small eye, but then drew another. I made a head, bangs and pony tail on the head, and it was a girl. Anime, though.

I drew her a super small body. Then I made a boy. He was okay.

Zora looked at my sketch. The bite of slop she was eating dropped off her fork and fell on to the table. She just gaped at it.

"Whoa, Sonny! That's fantastic! How do you do that so well in thirty seconds?" Zora gasped.

"What can I say?" I bragged sarcastically. "You have to be fast."

I giggled.

"What's funny?" She asked.

I sighed, smiling. "It's really clever if you knew."

"Can I have it?" She asked hopefully.

I grinned and ripped the page out gently and quickly, and turning to the next after handing it to Zora.

I grabbed the pencil again. What to draw, what to draw. Then a picture came to mind with my awesome memory. I kept it in my head, zoning out toward the window while sketching picture blindly. I wasn't paying attention. I drew a body, and a head, with the ears. I made extra pencil markings to signal fur. I made one eye have a sparkle in it. I smirked. I continued to draw it in a crouched position, its mouth tilted in a growling way.

"Oh my gosh, Sonny! You did that in five minutes!"

A perfectly drawn dog was on the page. There were trees in the background, and I stopped the pencil from moving at the edges to make it a circle shape around the dog and scenery. The shading was perfect. Everything was. And it only took a few moments. Why was I drawing him, though.

"Why did I draw that..." I breathed silently, though knew a wolf could hear it.

"How did you do that?" She asked.

"I don't know," I murmured, shrugging.

"Is it a dog..." She began. Oh, no. Zora was about to admit to him that I was drawing wolves. "Oh! I see. It's a wolf."

I could feel his eyes come upon me as I stared wide eyed at the table, biting my lip. I sighed shaking my head at Zora. She didn't notice.

"Here. Do it again with these colored pencils."

"Sure," I mumbled.

I took one look in his direction. His whole body was turned toward me. I was careful not to look in his eyes, just held up a colored pencil to his hair, and tilting my head in focus. It was about the right shade.

My hand flew across the page with a yellow, sandy colored pencil in it. Not too fast, though. It was becoming the body, head...

Zora watched in amazement as I grabbed a black and white to make the sparkle in the wolf's eye. I was so zoned in, I repositioned myself in the chair to have the book right in front of me. I never took my eyes off it, and it felt like he wasn't taking his eyes off me. I grabbed a green and brown, making the trees and their trunks. The stones and sticks. I grabbed a grey.

About seven minutes later, there was a brilliant blonde wolf on the page. It was in a forest filled with green and brown and grey, mostly. Its eyes were a dark blue, and the left one had a sparkle in it. It was crouched, tensed in a defensive position. Its mouth was lifted on the right, as if it were growling. I stared at it with wide eyes. Did I just do that?

"Um, do you mind if I keep these?" I asked Zora

"Take the whole book. I have, like, ten." She looked shocked at the picture.

I picked up the pencil and the book, staring blankly at the blank page. My mind was blank. Blank. Was everything blank?

I turned my chair around at a right angle, so Zora wouldn't see what I was drawing. I glanced around at everyone to see no one was watching but a blonde boy. Huh.

I grabbed a brown colored pencil, drawing branches and trunks. Then I grabbed a green. My hand blurred as it flew across the page drawing thousands of leaves and the veins within them. I left a space on the left side of the page white. I thought back to when I was in the forest with him. He was wearing tan pants. I grabbed the correct color, drawing him against the tree. He had one hand in his pocket and the other just hanging down to his side. He was leaning against the tree trunk, smirking. I grabbed the same sandy color I had for the wolf and used it on his hair. All in all, it looked just like him.

Crap.

I watched Sonny on the cafeteria as she took the pencil from Zora and began to draw. It took her thirty seconds to finish what Zora had said was an incredible drawing. I wonder what it was.

Then she grabbed the pencil again. I smiled curiously at her and watched for about five minutes.

"Whoa, Sonny! That's fantastic! How do you do that so well in thirty seconds?" Zora gasped.

Sonny smiled. "What can I say? You have to be fast."

I chuckled at that.

I heard Zora question Sonny's giggle, and she just said, "It's really clever if you knew."

They conversed a second longer before Sonny began to draw something again. She looked so engrossed in her work, she was even moving around to get a right angle. She looked dedicated to the drawing. I looked away to take another bite of lobster.

"Why did I draw that?" I heard Sonny say under her breath. What had she drawn?

"Oh. I see. It's a wolf." Zora smirked at her knowledge.

I looked to Sonny. She obviously knew I was listening, because she was staring wide eyes, then shaking her head at Zora. Zora hadn't noticed.

"Here. Do it again with these colored pencils." Zora said.

"Sure," Sonny mumbled.

I couldn't look away, even when she looked at me. She didn't look me in the eye, but a little above my head. She held up a pencil the color of my hair and I chuckled again.

Sonny looked back down, grabbing different colors.

She conversed with Zora again, and picked up the pencils, turning her chair so Zora couldn't see. The page was visible to me. She began to draw.

I watched, shocked, as she drew with invisible movement tons of leaves and trees. Then, she drew a person. It was a boy. He had blonde hair and blue eyes and was in a forest. He had one hand in his pocket and the other one hanging. He was smiling, smirking, and was leaning against the tree.

It was me in the forest with her.

You could see it was me perfectly. My eyes, the body shape, everything looked just like me. The colors fit the uniform I wore yesterday.

Sonny just stared at it for a while. What was she thinking?

"Hey, Zora, I'm feeling sort of sick. I'm going to head out" Sonny lied.

"No problem, Sonny. Feel better," Zora mumbled around the stuff in her mouth I wanted to get up and follow her again, but the way she didn't look at me or speak to me, sort of got me worried.

I was worried Sonny Monroe would forget about me, and I wasn't having that.