Fanart

Mistakes

9:17 AM

The windshield makes a perfect place to doodle on. The cold is a perfect canvass.

White.

Frosty.

Fingers.

Snowflakes.

Down.

I drag my finger down.

It's the easiest way to make lines. I heard that your lines show up bolder when you draw towards yourself.

Straight.

Curved.

Left.

Right.

Bumps.

The cursed bumps in the road.

It would've been adorable. The taxi could've passed another way. If only school was close enough for me to walk to. My work is ruined.

Knuckles.

Tight.

Jaw.

Clenched.

Pain.

It comes as I strike the window.

My knuckles hit the taxi window hard. The driver looks at me. He yells. I'm kicked out into the cold snow, a kilometer away from school.