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Harry’s pencil grazes across the white piece of paper that sits on his new grey desk. School had just started and two days ago he had gone shopping for school supplies. Father had said that he would go but a meeting had come up at the last minute, so Bernard had gone with him instead. While they were at the store he got another pack of colored pencils, he had used his last pack so much that they had become unusable, and some more sketch books.
Since it was the beginning of the school year, they had not been given any homework yet, so Harry had decided to draw when he got home. He had invited Peter over, but the other boy had signed up for the STEM club and that group met on Tuesdays after school, so he was not able to hang out.
He hadn’t really known who he was drawing when he started, Harry just drew whatever facial feature felt natural to him to draw at that moment in time. As time went on, his pencil and eraser shrunk, and he slowly began to recognize who he was drawing.
It was Peter.
Harry stared at the piece of paper, before quickly crumpling it up and throwing it in the trash. He really did not need to psychoanalyze that.
It didn't even look that good anyway.