Miles Morales Drawing With Hoodie นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I finished the drawing today, would you like to see?” He looks proud of himself. I bite my lips and shut my eyes tightly. It felt so real, I would literally need a bucket and a mop for this wetness. I would make a joke to reference Cardi B's song, WAP. But that's a private joke only Roxanne Harrington should know. I try as much as possible to make tiny movements so he does not hear the squelching sounds, as I move into a sitting position. “That.. that's not how I look underneath the mask.” I say as I see the drawing.

He thought his brother hated her, and now he was admiring her at the same time? “What's that you're drawing?" Hayes finally spoke out. In the picture she drew, a hooded girl was sitting by the riverside throwing pebbles into the water. Her face couldn't be seen but there was a puppy beside her. “Just a random drawing Miller,” she answered him, taking off her headset just as the teacher walked into the classroom. “ Good morning, class." “Good morning, Sir." he was replied with students groaning. “Today, we're going to do something fun. But first, pick your partner."

Cassidy scolded. Joel looked at his brother and licked the ice cream once more. Then he revealed mercilessly, “Mom, he already ate two ice creams.” He implied that he could have another one. Cassidy was left speechless. “Here are the latest sketches, Cassidy. Look. These are the ones I leaked. You can point out their flaws,” Rodel said. Cassidy took the sketches and flipped through them. Since summer was about to end, the drawings were all about autumn clothing, mostly trench coats and turtlenecks.

Lora says with a smile as she invites the viewers too. The picture was finally shown behind them on the big screen as they turned their backs to see the picture is shown to the viewers. "The guy is wearing a black hoodie on, with a black cap and another brown unzipped jacket over it. He does look like Milo Beckett, look at those eyes!” John motions his head to Lora, “But we still don't know if that was really him. There was no confirmation. And, he was alone with no guards surrounding him.”

It was hard. Josh wanders in, still in his dinosaur pajamas, and climbs into Mike's lap without hesitation. "Mike, want to see my drawing?" "Always, buddy. What did you make?" Josh produces a crumpled piece of paper covered in colorful scribbles. "It's our family. That's Mommy, and that's Daddy Damon, and that's you, and that's me, and that's Mr. Hop." The drawing is abstract in the way three-year-old art always is, circles for heads, lines for bodies, generous applications of glitter that Josh somehow got access to.

I probably would have been okay to get some sleep, but something kept me up, checking over him like a mama hen. Footsteps creak on the stairs behind me, and I turn to greet him. My words catch in my throat. Miles stands in the doorway, shirtless, a pair of grey sweatpants hang loosely on his hips. His dirty blonde hair loose around his shoulders instead of in its usual bun. The bandages I applied last night cover parts of his torso, but they can't hide the defined muscles underneath. Various tattoos peek out between the gauze - nothing excessive like some of the other club members, just elegant line work that complements his frame.

For some reason, her instincts immediately told her this conversation wasn't as simple as it sounded. The teacher offered a small smile. "Hazel draws very well." Aurora nodded. "She loves drawing." "But after she finished..." The teacher opened a thin folder she had been carrying. Then pulled out a sheet of paper. Aurora immediately recognized the drawing. Herself. Darius. Hazel. Their house. And a dog they didn't even own. A very typical child's drawing. But there was one additional figure in the corner of the page. A man. Standing a little apart from everyone else.

“What?! No, honey, you’re ruining your-“ “It’s not worth looking at,” Miles says, crumbling it. “Yep, hideous,” Ludo interjected, shaking his head. “But-“ “It’s horrendous,” Miles says, putting on his shoes. “Great bonding time, mom,” he smiled standing. “Oh come on,” Mrs Sirenio eyed them as they stood up. Miles even went as far as shoving the crumbled paper in his mouth, chewing on it. Whatever he drew, he doesn’t want anyone to see. “I thought we were bonding,”

The girl was a talkative—something I loved about her. "And why are you still up?" My gaze fell on his drawing book. "Drawing something?" He nodded and sat back on the floor. I took a closer look at the drawing. It was a weird one. Xylon was definitely going to be a good artist when he grew up. But for now, his sketches were still amateurish. Observing carefully, I could tell it was a rough sketch of a man. At least, that was what it looked like. The person had beards and a moustache with a hoodie over his head. The drawing looked poor and unclear, but this was what I could make out.

He walked to the entrance and beckoned to the person outside. A young man with long curly brown hair tied with a string walked in with a smile on his face. “Hi, I’m Miles.” “Tell the class more about yourself,” Mr. Riley encouraged. A few girls exchanged looks and murmured. “I do watercolor and oil painting. I also like to skateboard.” The class erupted into applause. “Over here, over here,” Chloe gestured excitedly as she pointed to the unoccupied spot behind her and Lily. “He’s so good-looking, just my type.” She whispered to Lily as Miles walked past.