Flower Boy

1.4 | MEDALLION YELLOW

                                                                                  ( 1.4 )  j u d i t h 

AFTER THAT ONE DAY I FOUND  that sketchbook, I never saw the ginger boy ever again. But I can't ask for much, as I don't even know his first name, nor his age. But he does seem like a fairly interesting person to associate with. Sadly now I can't even catch a glance at him, let alone talk to him at all. But now I have a sketchbook to keep me company, until someone comes looking for it.

But it has already been 3 days since I found this book. No one mentioned or said anything whatsoever about a missing sketchbook. I take peeks of it every now and then, and it never fails to impress me.

The book's filled with different flowers that I have never knew the name to. All I know is that all of them are well-drawn and painted, lacking the knowledge of the names didn't seem to bother me at all. All the colors on every page were soft and pastel, giving a safe and homelike feeling.

Furthermore, the colors used gave me a picture of a flawless-looking girl, with this sketchbook sitting on her lap and she draws every she sees. Her skin is as pale as snow, platinum blonde hair rests on her shoulders down to her back, with her hands moving swiftly as she picks up a flower.

I realised that I have been spending too much time thinking about an imaginary girl but I just couldn't stop myself.

The picture of this girl makes me wonder the existence of her, dragging me into an urge to find her. Thinking all of this is just driving me insane.

I take another quick look before sliding it into my backpack. I leave the school gates, soon seeing my mom's car parked across the street.

The car trip back home was quieter than usual, as I dreamt and hoped to meet the girl behind those flowers.