My boots trudged in the muddy side streets. I was the only one stupid enough to be out on such a mucky day. The day was overcast and humid from the rain a couple of hours before. I found that foggy, post-rain days were the best kind because you could be all alone, all to yourself. And that was exactly what I was doing today, on a hazy Sunday afternoon, as I watched my big yellow rain boots get filthier and filthier.

Not that I cared. I wasn’t one to worry about things as trivial as cleanliness. I looked up from my almost-completely brown boots. I had arrived at my destination, John F. Kennedy Park. On a normal day, the playground would be bustling with hyperactive children and there would be joggers and happy couples all around. Ugh... the sight made me sick. Couldn’t they keep the brats and their public displays of affection at home?

Today, however, I was alone. I trudged towards the lake, one foot after the other, watching the scenery pass me by. When I reached the lake, I began to climb a small tree. I managed to grasp the lowest branch of the tree and, inch by inch, mounted the small tree with a lot of difficulty. Well, it wasn’t as easy as I remembered it to be. Once I reached a higher branch, I sat down and laid myself out. I took my sketch pad from my bag and began to look for something to draw. Flipping through the pages of the book, I recollected my thoughts of prior drawings I’d made. The beggining of the book was full of still life drawings. Fruits, pots, pans, vegetables, furniture, trees... you named it, it was there. But lately I’d gotten into anatomy and humans. I found there was so much personality you could add to the drawings then you could with a pepper.

My eyes scanned the entire lake area, the bridge in the middle, the abundance of trees in every direction, and the lake that contained but a few ducks, and then he empty bench below me. Nothing. I turned to the other side of the lake to see if there was anyone there. Of course, it wasn’t smart of me to come out when there was no one- Oh no. It was him. It was that jock of a new student that had arrived at my school.

I looked around once more. Maybe I could sketch the ducks in the pond, or I could draw the trees afterall... I shook my head. I needed a person. I looked back at him. He seemed to be busy reading a book (Yeah, it surprised me, too) not ready to look up anytime soon. So I comprimised. Maybe I could draw him. I mean, I was getting the hang of this drawing personality thing... maybe I could draw him as the asshole he really was. Grudgingly, (I still wasn’t very happy I was drawing him) I took out my pencil and began to sketch him.

I found, as she began to draw, that I no longer saw him as that stupid jock. He was my model, still and silent, begging to be drawn. And with every move of my pencil, I was satisfying his desire to be drawn, and settling my own craving. Onto the paper came his long, angular face, his messy blonde hair in wisps along his face, his nose (currently inside his book) and his expression of deep interest. I sat there sketching for a goof twenty-five minutes. Incredulously, he was still there, reading away.

After awhile, I had closed my book, trying to keep all teh pages inside... they had a habit of flying out of the book. I put my pencils away and sat up on the branch. Closing my book, I suddenly caught sight of his. The Da Vinci Code By: Dan Brown.

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I'm sorry it's so short. :(

I've had it cooking in my overn for awhile, but this was all that came out! I'll try to make it longer next time, but I can't make any promises!

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-Miss Whatsit