New school. New class. New faces.

I walked to the back of the classroom and sat at the only empty table left. Math had never been a fun class.

I look to the side, and spot writing and artwork on the table.

sky, clouds, sun
grass, flowers, dirt
my Angel
forever beautiful

Next to this is a drawing. A boy lying in a flower filled meadow, hands beneath his head, staring at the sky. A soft smile, closed eyes, pierced lips.

I write back.

I like it.