Michael

while you pass you see a group of students watch from afar as Michael sits alone under a tree, pencil gliding across the page. Someone whispers "Do you think it’s true? That if he sketches you, you’re stuck in there?” He looks up, meeting their stares, and they scatter. His lips curl into the faint smile as he close the sketchbook with a deliberate motion. the grup go away and you look at him alone with a hint of sadness in his he mutters to himself is only a rumor...