The Sketch

The assignment was free sketch.

I picked up my graphite pencil and begun to sketch. I knew how shocked Riranna would be once she saw what I was drawing, so I made sure that I was hiding it well. I drew slowly and carefully, matching the planes of her pale face on the sketch of her I was doing. I drew carefully, hardly pressing my pencil to the paper as I drew her long hair.

I noticed that she kept looking over at me, and I only smiled. She was just making it easier for me to draw her beautiful, angelic face. I finished her hair, and I begun working on the complicated features of her face. I drew her smile, the one that was so pretty. As I did, I realized that she was attempting to look over my arm. I turned quickly, and her eyes shot back down to her page. "Yes?" I asked, chuckling.

"What?" she asked in reply, looking slightly nervous.

"You were just trying to look over my arm, weren't you?"

"You know, I'm just trying to figure you out!" she laughed. "You're just so... mysterious. I feel like I know you, and I... I just don't know."

"Alright," I said, using a casual human voice. "This is it. My name is Castiel DuFleur, and I'm from Maine. I have a talent in art and writing, and, well frankly I'm gifted in all subjects. I find you just as enigmatic as you find me, and to be honest, I think you're quite beautiful, which brings me to the simple reason why I've decided that you're my free sketching model. So basically that's who I am. Now if you'll excuse me, I'd love if you would just turn your head slightly."

She looked at me, gaping. I smiled a bit as I turned. I was sure that I'd scared her. "Excuse me?"

"Look, Riranna," I said. "If you hate me, fine, that's alright. I'll stay away from you."

I finished the sketch and left in on my desk as I stood up. I was in the doorway before she could speak again. I stepped outside, a smile forming on my face. Wow, that was easy, I thought. I knew somehow that she was about to look at my picture, seeing the sketch that I'd made of her. I can't believe that I just made her confused. She probably doesn't know if she hates me or just doesn't mind me. Hmm. Maybe she does hate me now. It doesn't matter. I'm only here to keep watch and convince her of what she is. She'll turn eighteen soon, and everything for her will change.

I walked away-- well, my walk was a human sprint-- and I soon found myself on the school roof.

The End

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