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A sketch in black & white - Riarkle

Moonlight poured through the window like paint splattered from a bucket. The room had a ghostly glow to it, and a certain little brunette girl was sitting there, in the middle of the floor, waiting for someone. Or something.

The familiar shadow that she had heard tales about so many times before finally glanced past her window, and she rushed to try and see it. It didn't work. Just like every other time, the shadow was gone before she knew it.

She sat down at her desk, pulling out her charcoal pencils. The outline seemed to trace itself out on the paper, and she looked down at it with pride. It was nearly perfect. She added a few details of the face she had seldom seen and then sat back, blowing off the excess charcoal.

The small girl, Riley Matthews, pulled out a thumbtack and hung the small portrait on the wall with a flourish. And after so many hours of staying up late, she was finally satisfied. She fell to sleep on her plush purple bed, her petite snores echoing through her room.

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Riley POV

First day of senior year. The day I had been waiting for my entire life. I was extremely excited, and yet, I wasn't going to let it show.

I took a shower quickly, washing off all the nervous sweat and old perfume of the day before. It was relaxing, and I relished in the nice warm shower for a few minutes before shutting off the faucet and stepping out into the steaming room.

I wrapped a towel around my slender body and quickly applied makeup, then brushed through my long hair carefully. I made my way into my room, pulling out a pastel yellow crop top and dark denim shorts. I dressed, then pulled white braided sandals onto my feet and spritzed a little perfume on.

I skipped down the stairs lightly and grabbed a granola bar for breakfast, just in time for Maya to walk in with Lucas. She was wearing a light blue t-shirt and capri leggings, with flip flops and a cute messy bun in her hair. I grabbed her in a tight hug, smiled at Lucas, and we headed out, my mom calling a goodbye after us.

Lucas opened Maya's door for her, the passenger's seat, and I got in back. I was used to being apart from Maya, as she was Lucas's now. We talked and joked all the way to school, and once we got there, Maya and I waltzed inside, hand in hand. Lucas just laughed at our banter and we made it to our class finally.

The lights in the classroom were a fake fluorescent colour and it bothered me a bit. At least my dad was giving a presentation today. Perks of being the daughter of a teacher, I guess.

The kids in the class were eerily silent as we walked in, barely even moving as I took my seat, right next to Maya and Lucas, same as always. Nothing ever changed. Not that it was boring, exactly, just steady and unchanging. It was sort of strange.

My mind drifted as the teacher started the class. My father was droning on about having a good senior year, not getting in trouble, blah, blah, blah...

I thought back to the nights I had always spent sitting in front of my bay window, waiting for Peter Pan to come by and pick me up to take me to Neverland. It never happened. I always saw a shadow flying past, but I assumed that it was just my imagination.

Maya was the only one I had told about the drawing I had sketched of him once. It was a simple drawing, a mere outline with a few extra details. I had spent so many years looking for him, but eventually gave up, knowing it was probably futile as he was merely a figment of my imagination. Or so I thought.

My dad started up the presentation eventually, and I slumped down onto my desk, resting my head in my hands gingerly. It was a long slideshow, about rules etc etc. I was bored and just about to drift off when the lights snapped back on and I was hopelessly awake again.

The bell rang abruptly and I hurried off to my next class; Art, looked like I had it with Maya. Perfect. And Lucas wouldn't be there either. Even better.

"PEACHES!" I shouted as she followed me into the art classroom, which was splattered with paint with pencils and oil pastels scattered across tables. Maya immediately took her usual seat, right in the front, and I sat directly to her left. If I sat on her right, it got in the way of her arm.

The class started, and the teacher introduced our topic. It was impressionistic painting, and Maya of course, had no problem. With my brush in hand, I decided on my first color. Pink. I was going to paint a sunset. It would be not a big deal, just get it down and be finished.

Adding a little yellow near the base of the canvas, I swiped a little white around the edges and then some orange. Perfect. Around it, I added the buildings of New York, several apartments and work complexes.

As a final touch, I added two clouds and then a small silhouette on one of the buildings. It was standing tall, with the feet spread and fists on hips. I smiled. It was Peter Pan.

Just then, someone walked into the classroom calmly. I gasped and nearly dropped my paint brush full of black paint on my newly finished masterpiece. The boy. He looked so familiar. Too familiar, almost. Just then Maya grabbed my arm, shaking it wildly.

"Riles, that's the boy from the sketch!" She whisper-shouted to me. Then it all clicked. He did look exactly like him.

"Maya, don't be ridiculous. Peter Pan isn't real. It's just another middle schooler from another boring town. It's fine." Just then the boy introduced himself to the class.

"I'm Farkle Minkus, and I just switched to public school. It's nice to meet you all." He held himself in a way that showed he thought he was superior to us. Which, judging by the over-intelligent way he spoke and the expensive clothes he word, he probably was.

"See, his name's Farkle. He's not Peter Pan." Farkle came to stop in front of our desks, going to sit right next to Maya. I stepped in. "She kinda needs that space for her arm, you know..." I trailed off as he flashed a genuine grin and me and then came to sit next to me. A bit of a blush spread across my cheeks, and Maya smirked wildly.

"Told ya." Maya whispered, then I helped Farkle.

"I'm Riley. We're working on impressionist paintings. You just gotta get the general idea of the picture, not necessarily all the details. Okay?" Farkle nodded, then pulled out a picture from his bag. It was a beautiful picture of a lush forest in the autumn time.

"I'll do this one. Is that okay?" He asked, looking at my shocked face.

"Oh yeah that's fine. Where'd you get that picture?" I questioned.

"I took it. It was a forest near my house. Do you like it?" He wondered aloud, seeing the excited look on my face.

"Like it? I love it! It's so cute!" I muttered, handing him a brush. He started on his own painting and we just sat there in a calm silence for a few minutes. Then I decided I needed to talk. "Hey, would you like to come over to do homework?" I asked him.

"Sure. I mean, I don't think we have any homework since it's the first day, but sure." I smiled.

"Of course. Stupid me. Do you wanna meet up at Topanga's instead, and we can talk?" I replied. He grinned gratefully and set his brush down, running a hand through his hair.

"Totally, I'd love that." He blushed a little and then I spotted it.

"Hey, you got a little blue paint in your hair." I giggled. His eyes widened, and he reached for a paper towel to get it out. But I beat him to it, taking the paper towel over to the sink to get it damp.

I ran my fingers through his hair, gently scrubbing out any remaining paint and then setting the rag down. "There, much better." I commented on my own work, then winked at Farkle. He laughed, then we walked out of the class as the bell rang.

"Thank you, Riley." He looked at me gratefully, then disappeared into the crowds of people outside the classroom.

"For what?" I wondered to myself.

But I never got my answer.

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