Fanon:Life with more mysteries than it seems: Difference between revisions

I grabbed a pencil and began sketching. I didn't know what to draw, these assignments were always difficult for me. I looked at Rivers drawing; Of course an Irish landscape. I drew a few minutes in thought, but my thoughts drifted away. I couldn't help it. I could only think of him: Jay. I had never felt such a strong attraction, as I felt for him. But why did he pulled his hand away? Didn't he like me? But he asked me to help him. I had never felt so nervous about a boy.