Chapter 3 Drawing
Damian's POV

With Ace laying by my feet, and my cat, Pennyworth, resting on my lap, I worked on my homework by my desk.

"Done", I said when I had finished.

I then leaned back in my chair and stretched out my arms.

As I looked up at the ceiling…that line from the short story came to my mind one more.

The bird remains in its cage. It's door is open, but the bird doesn't know how to leave it.

"Why can't I stop thinking about that one specific line", I asked myself. "Well, when I can't seem to wrap my head around these types of things, there's always one thing I can turn to."

With this, I took out a sketchbook and some pencils, and I got to work.

The Next Day

Lunch time had arrived, and I went to the library as usual.

When I got there, I found that Rachel was there once again.

Is she going to eat lunch here every day? Well, as long as she doesn't end up being a bother, then it's fine with me.

After thinking this, I walked past Rachel and sat down at my usual table.

I then took out my sketchbook, and looked at the picture I had drawn the night before.

It was a grayscale drawing of a bird in a cage with its door open. In the background, there was an open window too.

The bird remains in its cage. It's door is open, but the bird doesn't know how to leave it.

After looking at my drawing, I looked up at Rachel. For a second, I considered showing it to her, but I quickly decided against it.

However, I still wanted to share the drawing somehow. So, I sat up and walked over to the printer that sat in the corner of the library. I then put the drawing face down on the scanner before getting out my phone and connecting it to the printer.

Once the drawing had been scanned, I sat down back at my table before checking the quality of the scan. Once I deemed it good…I went to my social media app and uploaded my drawing.

When I was done with this, I looked up at Rachel once more.

I should credit her original short story. Let me see.

With this, I went to the school website…and soon found that Rachel's short story had been posted to it. I copied the link and added it to the post of my drawing.

There. I wonder if she'll see my drawing? I wonder what she'll think about it?

After thinking this, I shook my head.

Since when do I care what people think of my drawings?

That Night

Rachel's POV

Instead of sleeping, I was scrolling through social media in the middle of the night in my room.

As I was doing this…I spotted something that caught my attention. It was a drawing captioned 'The Bird that Can't Fly Away.' When I looked at the drawing, I was immediately reminded of my short story.

Then, I took a closer look…and saw there was a link to my school's article on my short story.

Someone drew something inspired by my short story? Who could that be?

After I thought this…I took a look at the social media handle of the person who posted the drawing.

RobinFlyingintheNightSky

"RobinFlyingintheNightSky, huh? I wonder who that is?"

After asking myself this, I took a closer look at the drawing. Then…I realized something.

"Wait a minute. I've seen this drawing in real life."