There’s a girl who is in some of my classes who’s an artist. She’s always watching the world around her, or drawing things on her papers. I’ve always wanted to be able to draw, but when I do the drawing never looks like what’s in my head. I decided to sit beside her one day, so I could see what she was drawing, and it was a horse, only it was kind of stiff. I told her it looked like a llama before I could stop myself. She still talks to me though.
Someday I’ll say the right thing back.