The next afternoon, the girl caught the boy looking at her numerous times throughout the class. She found herself more on edge because of it, and she constantly looked behind her to see if he was glancing at something or someone not herself. Although she tried to find every reason to deny it, the voice in the back of her head whispered to her that it was in fact her.
Her pencil strokes became rigid from her shaking hand, leaving her drawing appearing less and less like the style her teacher had come to know her by.
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Rosy Cheeks
Short Storyone was shy, the other was sad, together they were the two who loved art, both with rosy cheeks and caring hearts. [highest ranking]: #4 in short story 6.24.15 book one of the "nameless" series
