I blinked. "Eh, I can't remember. I have a drawing I drew in my bag though from when I was living with my aunt. It's a bit pitiful. I must have been nine or something." I began to pull it out and turned to Paradise, stopping myself. "Don't laugh, okay?" I pulled it out; it had drawn on it, a circle with a triangle nose and square eyes. there were a couple feathers sticking out of it's head. I handed it to her and tried not to burst out laughing at my own art."It's... supposed to be a chicken. I think. Or some kind of cow with feathers. I dunno." I

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I blinked. "Eh, I can't remember. I have a drawing I drew in my bag though from when I was living with my aunt. It's a bit pitiful. I must have been nine or something." I began to pull it out and turned to Paradise, stopping myself. "Don't laugh, okay?" I pulled it out; it had drawn on it, a circle with a triangle nose and square eyes. there were a couple feathers sticking out of it's head. I handed it to her and tried not to burst out laughing at my own art."It's... supposed to be a chicken. I think. Or some kind of cow with feathers. I dunno." I chuckled. I was actually happy that my art nowadays was much better than this. A two year old could have drawn this picture. 

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Paradise smirked at the picture, trying not to laugh. She knew how to hold things in, she's had many years of practice. She stared at it, then back at him. "I'd say it looks more like a cow with feathers...But not 'pitful' for a nine year old.." Then smiled. She could feel herself more comfortable with him now. But she knew she'd be back to her old self, the next day. She looked at him, confused, "Do you keep that with you?" Stupid question. It didn't just magically go in his back pack. Then shrugged, trying to explain what she meant, "I mean.. I always throw away my stuff, after about a week or two. You keep all yours?"

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I smiled a fake smile, showing my teeth.

"Well you see... it's kind of hard to let my things go... I guess. Yeah, I keep them all; I'm guilty of that. I probably have a million boxes under my bed filled with sketches, doodles, and pointless drawings. Seriously, you should see up in my attic--" he paused. "Actually scratch that. You should see the "other" drawings I have."

He tried to cover it up. Apparently it wouldn't work. Everyone's curious about what you keep up in your attic, whether it be boxes, rats, or amazing paintings.

"Eh, do you like to paint?" It was a random question, but I needed to change the subject. And technically, I wasn't really changing the subject. There were paintings in my attic.

She looked at him, suspicous. Slightly curious to what was in his attic, and why he 'scratched that' out of their conversation. She smiled, at his smile, and said, "No...I've never been good at painting...I like to just do random doodles with drawing." She shrugged.

 I laughed. "I'm better at painting than I am at drawing." He handed her a random picture out of his bag. It was a recent one; a drawing of a girl. It was supposed to be Paradise and I mentally panicked after grabbing that certain one. I hoped she wouldn't notice who it was. However, the drawing was in pencil and somewhat smeared, so the details weren't that amazing. 

 I chuckled. "It's just a pencil drawing. It doesn't quite compare to your art but, it's fine I guess. I usually only do portraits in my work."

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Paradise smiled, and gave the drawing back to him. "No, It's looks fine."(This will be her blonde side----->)) The girl in the picture looked a tiny bit familiar, but she didn't really give it a second thought, thinking it was probably just his sister or girlfriend or something. 

She was surprised with how open he was. If he ever asked to look at her drawings, she would never show him. "Portraits look better painted, then drawn. So I never tried a portrait." She shrugged.

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I couldn't believe what I was just about to say to her. I leaned back in my chair, balancing on two chair legs.

"So, I know we just met and all, but... do you wanna come over sometime? See a couple of my paintings?"

Yep, I just siad it. It poured out of my mouth without second thought. Francis wouldn't care; as long as it meant he didn't have to pay fro anything. He really didn't earn that much money nowadays and he really payed no attention to me anyway.  

"You don't have to, but--" the chair suddenly flew back and the ground approached my face. I sat up, but instead of whining about it, I laughed. Rubbing the back of my head, I quickly set the chair up again. Students were beginning to approach the clas.sroom. I turned back to Paradise.

"So, how about it?" 

I beamed her a smile of delight, taking the seat beside her once again. I caught a glimpse of her blue eyes and it was suddenly happening again. I was beginning to zone out again. Someone slapped me on the back of the head and my head flew forward, almost hitting the desk in front of me.

I turned, shooting a look of disgust towards my friend, who started making strange noises that I supposed had to do with romantic fantasies and all that jazz. I made sure that the teacher, who hated unruly manners, had her back turned before I stuck my tongue out at him and made annoying faces.

I suddenly remembered that Paradise was probably watching me and more and more students were streaming into the room each second. I cleared my throat, fixing my collar and sitting up straight in my chair.

Eventually coming to a slump, I was annoyed at my friend, but somewhat grateful he didn't let me zone out of Paradise. I usually ended up doing weird things when I zoned out, for instance, banging into invisible walls, tripping, making a fool of myself and such.

For now, I kept my attention on the teacher, who was currently writing what we "should have been writing down on our papers" down on the board. I drew on the back of my notes, flipping my paper each time the teacher sent me a glance. What can I say? Teachers dislike me.

I leaned my head on the table, becoming more intent in the figure I was drawing. There were two, not certain ones, because if I did, then it'd be obvious if I was caught. Just two figures sitting in the gr*censored*; no faces for they were merely silhouettes, well, sort of. I hadn't noticed how long I'd been drawing it, because before long I heard footsteps coming my way. It was the teacher. I flipped my paper, beginning to take notes. She hand't noticed that I was drawing; lucky for me. I always managed to slip out of detention. 

"Sit up!" she shouted, walking off again. I did eventually, almost positive she'd spat on me when speaking. Still, I continued taking notes, constantly sending glances towards the girl beside me, who was coming to my house later. 

I suddenly remembered that I'd never brought anyone to the house. Well, Francis would be in for a shock. Then there was that painting. I had to hide that later. I brushed the thoughts away, turning back to the annoying paper with sloppy words scribbled on it, copying off the white board. I wanted to sleep. If Paradise weren't there I might've. However, I managed to stay awake. Reputation was a good thing.  

When she finished taking notes, she usually slouched in her chair, and got comfortable. But this teacher sort of freaked her out, so she stayed where she was, leaning on her hand, as her elbow leaned on the desk. She started drumming her fingers, bored. While the teacher talked. She looked at the clock, only 5 to 10 minutes left of clas.s.

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I yawned and the teacher sent me a glare; my jaw snapped shut. I scratched my head and apparently, she had crazy good reflexes and hearing. It was odd for her to be this way; she never really paid any attention to me on other days. Perhaps she was suspicious about my early arrival? The cl*censored* finally ended and I hopped out of my chair, skipping out of clas.s. I turned around, seeing I'd forgotten something. I peeked my head back in, waiting for Paradise.

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I grinned at her, waiting until she was at my side. Since I'd met her, there was a pleasant feeling of joy whenever I was around her. Something in me made me feel like I was with someone who was like me. It was even more powerful than my other annoying friend. Speaking of which, he joined my side to whisper something in my ear. I could've slapped him but fake kicked him, his cue to go away. I smiled, turning to Paradise. 

"Hey, what's your next cl*censored*?" I asked, knowing we wouldn't have all the same cl*censored*es together though I suddenly wished we did.