Skipping lunch.

You decide to skip lunch, not really in the mood to be around anyone.

Resting under a tree peace lays on you for the first time since you got here, reaching into your back pocket you pull out a pocket sized sketchbook.

Opening to the first empty page you draw what ever your hand makes, only after someone interupted you is when you realize that your drew your mom with the bright, warm smile she'd wear even after a horible day at work.

"She's beautiful," the voice says, turning you see a girl with blonde curly hair, sharp gray eyes, and a light california tan.

"Yeah..." You nod, look back down at the drawing.

"If you don't mind me asking, who is she?" She asks, sitting across from you.

"...my mother" you finish the last detail before putting the book away.

"Oh, um well I wanted to tell you something."