(Short Chapter)
Natasha's POV
"Ugg. I hate Mr.Tùmar! He gave me detention for walking in the room saying Snackle Ackles!"
I growled to Grace, who was focused on her Snapchat. She looked up at me with her chocolate diamond eyes surprised.
"That sounds like Mr.Tùmar alright"
We walked down the blue strip on the hallway before turning and sitting against the wall waiting for third period to roll along. I was dying to show her the picture that I drew as a result of my insomnia. It took me all night. I hope she likes it.
"Here. I want you to have this."
I opened my bag and hand her a drawing I drew of our favorite ship, Destiel; Modified to our body figures and features.
"Oh my god I love it! Thank you so much!"
"Do you see what I did?"
"You made me into an angel! Aww! Thank you I love it so much!"
My angel.
She looks happy. I like it like that. She giggled and put it in a plastic protector and then in her backpack.
"Grace can I ask you a question?"
"Anything. You know that"
"I know but, Grace, will you-"
I was cut off by our teacher calling us into class and frowned.
We were separated once again.