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Akaru says to him. "Hey, Hikari was busy right now and the same goes for us. So since we know that you're boring. I heard from Hikari that you know how to draw. So if you want, you can get the items that you can use to draw downstairs. I bet that Hikari has an extra of it since he draws a picture with a kid in the kindergarten before."

It's just my bed and some of the things I've left in here such as some of my old books, my school projects, my puzzle boxes, and scattered puzzle pieces on my old study table. I sat on the chair and opened the compartment under the table. I was surprised to see the stories I've written when I was in high school as well as my sketchpads where I attempted to nurture my drawing skills even if I really suck in that field. I opened it and chuckled when I saw how gross Pikachu have become in my drawings. There's also a portrait of someone I guess I saw on F******k who is as gorgeous as barbies but in my drawing, she looked like a dying zombie who hasn't devour any human since she has turned into o

meat from now on" "what's that," he said laughing "what about things …like anything you like the most?" she shook her head as a NO. "Well you see like any ornaments or dresses or food or any other things …which you like the most" she thought for some time. She ran inside and brought a pencil case with her and handed it to him. He opened the box and there are many crayons and paint brushes and pencils along with an eraser All looked almost worn out and broken. "You draw?" he asked surprised

The first pages contained ordinary drawings. Faith. The house. The old fig tree. Then... His expression changed. Bethwel leaned closer. "What is it?" Alex turned the book around. Glen had drawn the northern woods. A square hatch. Six stick figures. One had a hat. Another had unusually large boots. Each figure carried a different symbol instead of a face. Joel smiled. "Children draw differently." Alex nodded. "No." "He wasn't drawing faces." "He was classifying them." He pointed at the figure with the hat.

He unfolded it with surprising care before holding it out with both hands. "Look." I took the drawing from him, already smiling before my eyes had even settled on the page. The drawing showed four figures standing side by side on a grassy ground, all holding hands beneath an enormous tree. And on the grass was a brown basket and what looked like a picnic blanket. I smiled immediately. "You drew us having a picnic." Rowan beamed and I pointed to the littlest person in the drawing. "And is that your baby sister?" He nodded without the slightest hesitation.

Professional labels. "Yes, sweetheart. A long time ago." "It's really good." "Thank you." Alexander has dropped his pile on the floor and is kneeling next to Madison, flipping through pages with no regard for order or care. "MAMA! You drew SO MUCH! There's like a MILLION drawings! How did you draw a million drawings?" "It wasn't a million—" "Look at this one! It's a whole HOUSE! But it's tiny! Is this house tiny?" "That's called a scale drawing, Alexander," Ethan says. Still standing. Still holding his stack. Still looking at the red sketchbook with that focused expression.

What shall I do? And again, a sudden idea pops up in my head. I’ll draw him! It will be much easier if they’ll see his image so I’ll try to paint him! Luckily, I brought a bag with a paper and pen inside. This will do. I can draw him by just using these. I roamed my eyes around the area and spotted a wooden chair and table under the massive apple tree.

Shelves filled with stuffed animals, puzzles stacked neatly in a corner, art supplies spread across a small table. Tamera ran over to show him her drawings. “I made this yesterday!” Lance stared at the colorful paper. It was a drawing of two stick figures holding hands. One tall. One small. Above them she had drawn a crooked sun and written their names. Lance swallowed. “That’s… really good.” Tamera smiled proudly. Behind him, Ragnar stepped quietly into the room. Lance turned and looked at him. For a moment neither of them spoke. Then Lance glanced back at the toys, the drawings, the warm house around them.

Remembering shouldn't be hard but expressing it will be. I think about the various things I have seen in my lifespan. Blood, bullets, pills, dead bodies. I could go on. Most of them aren't really suitable for this environment and explaining it will be impossible. What can I use? There's really nothing I can use that isn't somehow related to my past. Looking over at what Abe's doing, I see that he's drawing I think a scene of trees. Abe draws with these really thin and long lines, which makes his sketch look a lot like an animal's pelt. But I think that's what it is. And there's an outline of mountains in the background. Is that...Lonewood?

"-but we will appreciate your drawing more if you explain what you drew in detail just like Finn did." Considerably more cheerful, Freya stepped forward. "That is me-" Freya said. She pointed to the girl in the picture. "-and around me are lots of animals. Our teacher taught us about animals last week, so I drew them. Over here is a giraffe, a cat, a lion and a bear. It looks like Billy, my teddy bear..." Freya continued naming the other animals she had drawn. By the time she was done, Elliot was looking at her proudly.