Drawing Day
“Geez. Oh, how are you?”
“What do you mean by ‘geez’? Who do you have in mind when you talk with a tone of voice like that?”
“No one in particular.”
“Huh.”
I was forced to join a drawing competition. So, I looked for a place where there were as few people as possible to draw. Then, I finally arrived at the back of the gymnasium, but inside I found a very familiar face sitting at the corner of the room. I was thinking to find another place, however, since I had spent so much time looking for a place, I had to start painting quickly or I would never finish it in time. So, I had no choice but to sit around 5 meters away from her. At this distance, she would not be able to read my thoughts.
“…why did I ever approach you knowing you could read my thoughts?”
I attached my drawing paper into the drawing board. Then I tried to look around to find some inspiration for my sketch, but I can’t find any good view at the back of the gymnasium.
“Wasn’t it the kindness of Hokuto-san?”
“Do I look like a nice person?”
Usually, people draw what they want based on their imaginations. But I’m not great at drawing and I’m not a creative person myself. So, I gave up and decided to draw what I was looking that time.
“Yes, you do.”
What I was looking at that time was the door to the gymnasium which is rarely opened. The door has more cobwebs and rust than the door we usually see around school. Without a second thought, I just took my pencil and draw what I saw. A number of distorted lines were created, but when I looked at my drawing, I have no idea what I had drew. That is why I hate drawing. Only at that moment, I truly regret that I enrolled in this school.
“…I assume you didn’t enrol here with your friends?”
Perhaps because of my lack of response, she changed the topic of the conversation.
“It seems that you are an art enthusiast. I assuming you are drawing whatever you want based on your imagination.”
“I don’t actually hate drawing, but I can’t draw something based of my imagination.”
“You aren’t good at drawing?”
“Yeah, I’m not good at it, so I don’t like it.”
“Same here then.”
“But despite of it, you seem to be able to draw beautifully.”
“Huh!?”
When I turned my attention to her, her face was right next to mine. She immediately backed off.
“Was it really that surprising?”
She puffed her cheeks out as if she was trying to complain as she picked up her paper and pencil that had fallen to the ground.
“I said it because you are drawing too, right? I really think you can draw beautifully”
“No matter how hard I try, all I can draw is just toddler’s drawings.”
Then she picked up her pencil and paper.
“Do you want to see it?”
I nodded thinking she is going to make fun of my drawing by comparing my drawing with hers.
“By the way, which door are you drawing?”
“The same door.”
What was shown to me was indeed what I would describe as a toddler’s drawing. Even though she said it was a door, I had no idea which door she was drawing.
“…I think it will look a little better if you painted some colours to it?”
“I don’t think it will, but I’ll give it a shot.”
She returned to the corner of the room, brought out the paints to the palette, and began to paint. I was really curious how would she paint her drawing, however my drawing wasn’t finished yet and the deadline for the submission was around the corner, so I continued to draw. Forgive me for thinking this way, but after seeing her painting, I thought my own painting looked splendid.