"I'm sorry Casey. It's a bit... Crusty. I forgot it was on the stove." Granny smiles apologetically as she hands me a plate of food.

I think it's supposed to be some kind of meat, but I'm not too sure. I smile warmly at her as I place the plate on my lap, taking hers in my hand so she can sit down.

She sits down slowly before putting on the news and taking her plate from my hand. We sit in comfortable silence as we watch the reports of all the bad things going on in this world.

Once we're finished I take our plates to the sink and do the dishes, standing on my favorite stool so I can reach the counter. "How was school? Learned anything new?" Granny shouts from a distance. I enter the living area while drying one of the plates. When she looks at me I simply shrug.

"Ah same old huh?" She smiles sweetly before focusing back on the news. I simply nod as I get back to the dishes.

Once they're finished I kiss my grandma on the cheek who wishes me goodnight. I make my way to my bedroom, turning off the washing machine next to my bed.

I sit down on my bed and take out one of my textbooks to study in preparation of tomorrow. Every time Miss Brook gives us homework and an assignment about something we haven't learned yet, she gives us an 'unexpected' test the day after.

It however seems like I'm the only one who has discovered her pattern and I have no plans of sharing it with the other kids in my class.

I clench my fists as I read over the book, feeling frustrated. I struggle a lot with reading the words, so after a while I just give up and look at the pictures.

"Surprise, an unexpected test!" Miss Brook shares excitedly with the class while she starts handing out some papers.

I try to contain my laughter as I watch Daniel panic. "Do you know what the homework was about?" He whispers to his friend next to him who simply shrugs.

Daniel sighs deeply as he accepts the test from Miss Brook. I take no pride from enjoying other people suffering this much, but it does give me a form of satisfaction when they're people like Daniel.

Miss Brook places the paper on my desk and I calmly take out my pencil. I recognize some words from what I studied yesterday, but I'm not sure what they mean.

So I write down words that seem familiar in an attempt to get a few questions right. I get a bit confused by one of the questions when I realise it's the one Miss Olsen helped me with.

Since it's the last question and everyone is still taking the test, I decide to use the rest of my empty paper to draw an elephant.

I raise my hand with pride once I'm finished, being the first one in the room. Miss Brook whispers something in Miss Olsen her ear, who in her turn walks up to me.

She checks over my paper, making sure everything is filled in before offering me a small smile as she walks away, taking the test with her.

I take out my notebook and start to doodle something. It started out as a weird bush, but it's slowly turning into a tree. It reminds me of the tree at my favorite park, so I decide to draw the other familiar surroundings on the paper as well.

Once everyone has finished their test, Miss Brook temporarily dismisses us. She walks out of the classroom herself, being followed by everyone except me. And Miss Olsen.

I continue to draw while I notice her slowly walk her way towards me. She pulls out the same chair as yesterday and sits down. "May I?" She asks as she points to my notebook.

Why is she even asking? She's a teacher. I'm obligated to listen to her whether I want to or not. So with some reluctance I take my hands of the notebook.

She flashes me a warm smile as she takes it from my desk. "Woah." She mumbles as she inspects it. I look up to her and slowly take it from her hands.

Once I place in back on the desk, she points one of the trees out. "You forgot the swing." She smiles before it drops, realising what she just said. Does she like this park as well?

"I saw you yesterday when I took a walk through the park. It's the park right?" She says hesitantly. I nod as I furrow my eyebrows.

"Why are your leaves blue?" She asks, pointing out the blue leaves on the trees. I shrug my shoulders, making her raise an eyebrow.

She goes through my incomplete pencil case, taking out a green pencil. She's about to hand it to me when she noticed the actual pencil is missing, it's just a piece of wood.

"Oh." She mutters with half a smile before placing it back into the case. While doing so, she accidentally pierces the outer layer of fabric.

Her eyes widen in shock as she apologizes, trying to fix it but only making the hole bigger. I chuckle, causing her to look at me in confusion. "I really am sorry." She says as if I don't believe her.

I reach into my backpack, taking out my magical tape. I take a piece of duct tape and use it to cover the hole, showing her the other side of my pencil case which is more duct tape than case.

She relaxes a bit and chuckles as well, standing up once Miss Brook enters the classroom again.

I get ready for my third day of teaching, skipping breakfast so I can run a quick errand. The lady at the hobby store is extremely nice and helps me out without having to ask for it.

I guess that's the upside of being in a small town. By some miracle I manage to make it on time, entering the classroom just before the students do. Well, all except for one.

I smile in Casey her direction who doesn't even acknowledge me. I can't help but admire her. She's always the first one to enter the class room and last one to leave.

After taking a quick glance around I notice Miss Brook is out to grab some coffee, something she seems to do every morning. So I walk up to Casey and sit down in the same chair I've done the days before.

She looks up from her drawing and flashes me a small smile, confused as to what I'm doing. I hand her over the plastic bag in my hand. She hesitantly takes it, looking through it.

Her jaw drops when she sees what's in it, before she rapidly shakes her head and pushes the bag into my direction.

I gently push it back into her direction with a smile, but she's not having it. I sigh as I slowly push it back to her. "I bought it for you, I can't draw." I smile weakly.

She takes another look in her bag, her eyes subtly lighting up before she shakes her head again.

I sigh deeply, reaching into the bag to take out the newly bought pencil case and sketchbook. I stand up and show her the items in my hands. "Okay, do you want me to take it back?" I ask her. She looks up at me in surprise but slowly nods her head.

I take out the receipt from the bag and rip it into tiny pieces. "Well I can't and I don't know anyone who can draw as beautifully as you do." I smile as I place the stuff back on her desk.

But she doesn't seem too fond of the idea. I realize that she must not like it when people gift her something, so I crouch down on my knees and look at her, thinking of a solution.

"How about you draw me something? As a way to pay me back?" I question her hesitantly. Her eyes light up within an instant as she nods. I offer her a small smile as I stand up, making my way back to the front desk. Just in time before Miss Brook walks in.

I can't help but smile when the bell rings, happy that the day is over. Don't get me wrong I do enjoy being here in preparation for my new movie role, I learn a lot and the class isn't too bad. But we're watching a 50-minute history movie and the acting is horrible.

To my surprise, nobody stands up. I look at Miss Brook in confusion who doesn't seem to notice me. Everyone stays for at least another 20 minutes before the movie ends.

Once Miss Brook gave permission, the class stands up and packs their stuff, ready to move out of the room. I pack mine a bit slower, hoping to talk to Casey again. But when I look at her I see that she's packing her stuff just like her classmates.

When she walks towards me I open my mouth to say something, but she seems to be in a rush. She simply hands me a piece of paper without even looking at me and pushes past the other kids.

Once everyone is out of the classroom I look down at the paper she handed me and my mouth drops. It's me. It's an almost perfect portrait of me. My entire face is sketched in black and white, all except for my eyes who were colored in with a green pencil.

I smile as I carefully place the drawing in a textbook, making sure it doesn't tear while traveling home.

"You're late." Dylan mutters as I walk inside the bookstore.

I look at Dylan who offers me a sympathetic smile. I don't even have to explain that school kept me 20 minutes late, he knows something is up or otherwise I would have been on time.

"Have you eaten?" He questions with a raised eyebrow. I slowly shake my head, earning me a wide smile from Dylan. He walks up to me to pick me up and I let him. He's one of the very few adults I trust.

"Good or else I would have needed to throw away this muffin." He smiles as she carries me behind the counter, carefully placing me down before taking out a beautiful chocolate muffin.

I smile widely as I take it from him, devouring the muffin within seconds. Dylan simply laughs at me before a customer walks up to him. He takes their order and prepares their coffee, reaching his hand out in my direction.

I simply hand him one of the napkins that lays beside me. He offers me a small smile before taking it and handing it to the customer.

Once I finished the muffin and some lemonade he lifts me off the counter. "I placed some books down at your favorite spot." He smiles with a wink.

I nod at him before running to my favorite spot, a bean bag in the corner of the store. There's a pile of books next to it. They're my favorite books, without words.

After a few hours Dylan calls out my name. I stand up with one of the drawing books and walk up to him, knowing the store is going to close.

"How about you take that one with you for tonight? You can bring it back next week." He smiles. I hug him in thanks and wait in front of the door until the store closes.

Once it does Dylan and I both wave our goodbyes at Rosa as Dylan walks me home.

It's already dark but I don't live far from the bookstore, so Dylan always walks me home whenever he can. I put my hands in my pockets, trying to remain warm while we're being accompanied by a cold breeze.

Fortunately, it doesn't take too long before I get home. I hug Dylan once again who wishes me a good night before opening the door.

Granny is fast asleep on the couch so I kiss her cheek as I walk past her, going to my room. I take off my shoes and look through the book Dylan let me borrow.

It shows some tips and tricks on how to draw better trees, so I take out my new drawing kit and follow the steps, making sure the leaves are green this time.