"Alexander sounds too Prim and proper for you," Syra laughed teasingly.
"I wish my mom wasn't so stupid like that about names, my gosh!" I replied.
She laughed.
I stared at my phone screen for what felt like an hour just checking social media and whatever.
Syra got up and walked towards my closet.
"What are you doing," I asked as I stood up, feeling protective of my stuff.
"Nothin," she replied.
She went towards the little dresser in my closet. My mind was screaming 'DONT GO IN THERE DONT GO IN THERE PLEASE PLEASE OK PLEASE'. And of course she opened the top drawer and pulled out my drawings. She shuffled through them and smiled "did you draw these? They're really good."
"Yeah," I said scratching the back of my neck, I just hoped and hoped I took the werd drawings out of there. But no my weird drawings were in there, the sexual ones, the depressive ones, of course they were all in there. Once I saw a really sexual one i snatched the drawings from her.
Tears welled up in my eyes as i said, "get out." I could barely get the words out but she quickly left the room.
I fell to the floor and cried.