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The first six weeks of school. It's not easy for everyone, but it was definitely hard on a certain girl. No friends yet, and it's already the fourth week. She had black hair and brilliant hazel green eyes, ones that no one saw shine that much.
She kept her head down. She paid attention in class, and got great grades. She always had a horrible case of acne, being in the sixth grade. At first glance, she was ordinary.
When someone looked at her, did they see an amazing artist? Or an awe inspiring author? Definitely not. No way. But she was. During lunch or recess she never spoke to anyone, she had just lost her grandmother.
No. Her head would be down, staring at a book, or facing a blank sheet of paper, her hand moving rapidly in order to make a masterpiece. She had a desirable body, so all of the boys taunted or wanted her. She talked to one person in the first week, but that person was being paid to do it. When she found out, she didn't cry. She threatened to beat the shit out of him.
Another week passed. She sat in the last desk in the third row of the classroom. But, there was one thing she didn't notice. There would always be another girl in front of her.
Her hair was black as well, and her eyes were a beautiful blue-green. She was very loud and didn't care what people thought of her. She would always watch the other girl sketch, impressed by her work. Really she was amazingly talented too, in the same ways as the other girl was. Drawing and writing.
She would always hang out with a guy, Cameron, who she didn't really like all that much. In fact, she thought he was quite annoying. But still, it was someone. Besides her cousin, really she had no other girl to talk to.
Until that one day she heard the familiar sound of pencil scratching at paper roughly, like she always did when she sat in front of the other girl. She turned around to see what she would be working on today.
A realistic horse running through dirt, kicking it up high. It's coat was shiny, and it's main and tail flowed in the wind perfectly. ''Hello.'' she said softly. The green eyed girl looked up from her picture, and was taken aback.
''Who's paying you to talk to me?'' she asked blandly. The other girl was almost hurt. ''No one.'' They both smiled. ''That piece is gorgeous.'' she chirped. The girl blushed. ''Thank you. I like your work, too.''
