After what happened people at school had stopped bullying me, but comforting me. Well, there is this one kid called Tom who is a major jackass. He is pretty much the bully you would normally expect. Muscular, tall, and ugly as fuck. But yeah. I don't give a fuck about the dude. Or pig. Anyway, I sit down in class. "Good morning, (L/N.) Would you like to take a seat?" My teacher smiles "yes, ma'am" "where?" "In the back, please" "understandable. Please go to the back seat, miss (L/N)" she smiles sweetly at me. I always loved her, even before Benjamin died. Hell, we would go to her everyday to feed the ducks with her. She was heartbroken when Benjamin, or as I like to call, Ben died. She cried hard. She also wanted to know who killed him, horribly. I have a soulless expression on my face, as I pay attention. I write everything down. I raise my hand, signalling im done. "Miss, im done." I say in a blank way. "Ah, good job. You wrote your name?" "Yes" "good. Please hand it over" she smiles sweetly once again. I can't smile at all. I give her the paper. She smiles in amusement "ok, (L/N), you get a 99" she smiles happily "have this." She reaches out to her purse, grabbing some chocolate "here you go" she gives me the chocolate. I just nod, taking it "WELL DONE!" One student says "now, no talking during the test!" She smiles, putting my test on the side table "we will show these to the principle, so stay prepared!" We all nod, continuing the test. I just stare at my table. I feel nothing. Its normal, I honestly don't know why I'm mentioning it now. I wish Ben would sit next to me, and then go 'hey, wanna draw?' Like old times. We both loved LOZ Majora's Mask.... it is a really nice game in general. I would draw Zelda, Ben would draw Link. He was an amazing artist.
Maybe I would see his art again
Even for one second.