Nitar sat on a couch that was in the Art room, that held many easel's and paints and other things of the sort. In her hands she held a sketch book, and was flipping through the pages, but stopped at one witha boy on it, and the picture was colored like someone who was really good at coloring did, and it had all the right shadings and everything. She stared into the eyes of the boy, who had copper eyes, she stared at the picture as if trying to see her past in them. She put her fingers on the picture. "Who are you?" She said as if talking to the picture, but she truly didn't know.
"If this book holds pictures of my past, maybe I will learn something from it." She said queitly flipping through the pages again.
"If this book holds pictures of my past, maybe I will learn something from it." She said queitly flipping through the pages again.