I shove my bag onto my shoulder and run through the parking lot with my face covered. I get home to write down my emotions, to keep me calm. I started to sketch out a boy with dead ends and a shallow smile. Trees covered the the boys face, I began thinking of song lyrics. I roll up a piece of sketchbook paper and threw it on the hardwood floor. I slowly get my mind to function and started to write down, "I know where you stand". As I think I wanted to add hello to make it sound as if it was meant to make the listener understand what they're listening to.
I proceeded until I heard a loud thud outside my window seal. I blue-haired boy with c-major lips walked up to the front door.
