He Left Me Alone

13

I spent my time sitting on the bench, watching him play basket ball. I was not made for sports, so everytime he asked me to play, I said no. Instead, I pulled my sketch book out, and began to draw.

I drew from line to line carefully. Making sure that they picture him perfectly. I made myself sure that I'd put the right color as his hair, as black as the color black could be. Or his eyes were green, but not too bright.

"What are you drawing?"

He already stood in front of me. I quickly closed the sketch book before my brain could ask me to.

"Nothing."

I lied.

I didn't want him to know. I didn't want to lose my only best friend.