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I was sitting in the library like I do every day at lunch. I was scribbling new anime characters on my sketchbook, I am very interested in traveling and personification. I was currently sketching out some new ideas where I personify the countries, it was turning out very well. Right now I was working on Rodina, also known as Mother Russia, except in this sketch he was an extremely tall guy with purple eyes and a long flowing pink scarf.
"Someday you'll be real, you'll be there to hold me when I am down." I said with a sad smile as a tear fell onto the paper.
"Nice sketches." A voice sneered, I turned around to see Natalie a tall brunette girl, she was the Devil's version of Regina George. Yes, she is worse the Regina and has made my life the living hell. "Why do you spend so much time on this shit, it's pathetic it's not like you're any good. Also I am surprised your mother let's you dress yourself." She laughed.
I collected my things and pushed by her, tears threatening to fall. My blonde hair flowed behind me as I ran out of the library. I heard the bell ring signalling next period, but instead of listening to it I ran to the school's courtyard where I sat down under one of the tall oak trees. I brought my knees up to my chest the frilly end of my dress blowing in the wind, I rested my head on my knees as my blue eyes scanned over the court yard. A few students dawdled through the courtyard to try and get to their next class.
Why does everyone hate me? I thought to myself. Sure I am definitely not their definition of normal, someday I'll be better, I will escape these fears.
I missed middle school, I miss my old friends. Once we hit high school and I discovered my true self, they left me, people soon grew scared of me. Well most people, there were still the odd few that bullied me to no end. They would spit racist remarks at me, like "you must've had to much Vodka this morning when you dressed yourself", "go home commie!". Sure the words hurt, but what hurt the most was that no one was there to listen to me, care for me, or hear me out. I was alone, have been for awhile, probably will be forever. I looked up at the beautiful autumn sky, the leaves above me were turning colours, the sky was the most beautiful blue and the weather was cold, just the way I liked it.
"What are you doing out here?" I heard a Russian voice ask me, I looked up to see a very tall handsome man. He looked exactly like the guy I drew, purple eyes and a flowing pink scarf.
"N-Nothing." I stuttered trying to wipe away a few stray tears.
"Sunflower, why are you crying?" He asked as he sat beside me.
"No, reason." I sighed resting my head on my knees again.
"Da, something is wrong." He stated, "It's okay, you can tell me. I am here to listen."
"Really?" I asked confused at the stranger's kindness.
"Da." He smiled.
"Well, I uh, I am always bullied I never know why. Maybe it's the way I dress, maybe it's because I like anime. I don't know." I sighed a few more tears falling down my face.
"I think these people dislike you because you are very beautiful." He smiled.
"That's not true." I blushed hiding my face into my dress.
"Da, I know it is." He stated taking my chin with his thumb.
"Well everyone is also scared of me, I haven't had a friend since middle school." I confessed crying.
"It's okay, people are scared of me too, they don't want to become one with me. But all I want is to have friends, even my allies are scared of me." He confessed as well, wrapping an arm around me. I rested my head on his broad shoulders as he wiped a few stray tears.
"Thank you for listening to me, I never got your name though." I pointed out.
"Just call me Ivan." He smiled.
"I'm Natasha." I smiled back, that's when a soft pair of lips attacked mine, I melted into the kiss.
"A pretty name for a pretty girl." He smiled. "I have to go now, but I'll always be here for you, no matter what. You're my little sunflower." He stated kissing the top of my head before getting up and leaving.
Who was he? I thought to myself.
I turned to look for my sketch book and flipped to the page I was working on earlier, that similarities between Ivan and my character were extremely uncanny. I frantically flipped through the pages and found the page I was previously working on, but there was no picture. There was a picture there before, but now it was blank except for some writing.
I'll always be here for you, remember to always believe, always have hope, always have faith, and never stop dreaming. Any time you need a friend I'll be here, I'll always be here.
Love,
Ivan
Thank you Ivan, I cried as the tears spilt onto the paper again. Thank you so much.
"Someday you'll be real, you'll be there to hold me when I am down." I said with a sad smile as a tear fell onto the paper.
"Nice sketches." A voice sneered, I turned around to see Natalie a tall brunette girl, she was the Devil's version of Regina George. Yes, she is worse the Regina and has made my life the living hell. "Why do you spend so much time on this shit, it's pathetic it's not like you're any good. Also I am surprised your mother let's you dress yourself." She laughed.
I collected my things and pushed by her, tears threatening to fall. My blonde hair flowed behind me as I ran out of the library. I heard the bell ring signalling next period, but instead of listening to it I ran to the school's courtyard where I sat down under one of the tall oak trees. I brought my knees up to my chest the frilly end of my dress blowing in the wind, I rested my head on my knees as my blue eyes scanned over the court yard. A few students dawdled through the courtyard to try and get to their next class.
Why does everyone hate me? I thought to myself. Sure I am definitely not their definition of normal, someday I'll be better, I will escape these fears.
I missed middle school, I miss my old friends. Once we hit high school and I discovered my true self, they left me, people soon grew scared of me. Well most people, there were still the odd few that bullied me to no end. They would spit racist remarks at me, like "you must've had to much Vodka this morning when you dressed yourself", "go home commie!". Sure the words hurt, but what hurt the most was that no one was there to listen to me, care for me, or hear me out. I was alone, have been for awhile, probably will be forever. I looked up at the beautiful autumn sky, the leaves above me were turning colours, the sky was the most beautiful blue and the weather was cold, just the way I liked it.
"What are you doing out here?" I heard a Russian voice ask me, I looked up to see a very tall handsome man. He looked exactly like the guy I drew, purple eyes and a flowing pink scarf.
"N-Nothing." I stuttered trying to wipe away a few stray tears.
"Sunflower, why are you crying?" He asked as he sat beside me.
"No, reason." I sighed resting my head on my knees again.
"Da, something is wrong." He stated, "It's okay, you can tell me. I am here to listen."
"Really?" I asked confused at the stranger's kindness.
"Da." He smiled.
"Well, I uh, I am always bullied I never know why. Maybe it's the way I dress, maybe it's because I like anime. I don't know." I sighed a few more tears falling down my face.
"I think these people dislike you because you are very beautiful." He smiled.
"That's not true." I blushed hiding my face into my dress.
"Da, I know it is." He stated taking my chin with his thumb.
"Well everyone is also scared of me, I haven't had a friend since middle school." I confessed crying.
"It's okay, people are scared of me too, they don't want to become one with me. But all I want is to have friends, even my allies are scared of me." He confessed as well, wrapping an arm around me. I rested my head on his broad shoulders as he wiped a few stray tears.
"Thank you for listening to me, I never got your name though." I pointed out.
"Just call me Ivan." He smiled.
"I'm Natasha." I smiled back, that's when a soft pair of lips attacked mine, I melted into the kiss.
"A pretty name for a pretty girl." He smiled. "I have to go now, but I'll always be here for you, no matter what. You're my little sunflower." He stated kissing the top of my head before getting up and leaving.
Who was he? I thought to myself.
I turned to look for my sketch book and flipped to the page I was working on earlier, that similarities between Ivan and my character were extremely uncanny. I frantically flipped through the pages and found the page I was previously working on, but there was no picture. There was a picture there before, but now it was blank except for some writing.
I'll always be here for you, remember to always believe, always have hope, always have faith, and never stop dreaming. Any time you need a friend I'll be here, I'll always be here.
Love,
Ivan
Thank you Ivan, I cried as the tears spilt onto the paper again. Thank you so much.
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"..."
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If only the people I draw can actually come to life.....I would have so many Mochi Englands....