If you touch him, you die.

Did I tell you about my comic board at school?
No?
Well I have a comic board at school.
I've had it since last year. It moved downstairs when I did.

So anyways, Mr. Wood told me there was this sevie that wanted to draw for it every week like I had done last year, which nobody else had been doing so far, and I was all, "okay!" And then the kid showed up and suddenly it was like I had never met a cooler person in my life.

Mr. Wood brought him up to me at my locker during passing period. He's like so small and has brown eyes and dark blonde hair, and it grows down over his eyes and is kind of messy, not because it looks cool but because he doesn't have the time to worry about it. He stood as if he wasn't sure whether or not he was there, or wanted to be, and was kind of shy and had a pencil in his hand. And he really wanted to draw for my Board.

I was so excited.

It was like a Martian seeing a Martian for the very first time, and suddenly realizing it wasn't alone on this earth full of non-cartoonist humans.

Not many kids answer when you ask them what they want to be when they grow up, 'cartoonist.' So I was considerably happy. In a fangirly sort of way.

The next day Ms. Comma gave me a pass to go to her class the period he was in it.

I walked in and came up behind him. He was reading Calvin and Hobbes. (egads!!)

Then he turned around and looked up and Ms. Comma told him to go out and talk to me for a second.

"Were you expecting this?" I asked worriedly. I understood how scary I was. I didn't want to freak anybody out.

He stood his ground in a strange way, quiet and dignified and I guess just chill.
"No," he said with a small smile.

"Oh haha I'm sorry," I said. "So um...about the comic board."
"Yeah?"
"Have you drawn anything for it yet?"
"Um yeah, I have."
"Oh! Awesome! Do you um, do you have it with you?"
"Yeah in my locker."
"Oh! Do you- c- can I see it?"
"Sure."

He walked me down to his locker.

It was really messy, as I had expected, and took a while for him to find it.

When he came back with the paper and handed it to me I smiled. It was a pencil drawing of an angry Pacman yelling at a ghost that had a fork and a knife in its hands and a napkin around its neck, and Pacman was saying "No You will not eat me!", and the ghost was making a :o face and saying "Okay." He had the bestest freaking handwriting ever.

 

I asked him if he ever colored them, and he said he didn't, and seemed a little embarrassed. I told him, a little too enthusiastically, that that was okay and we were really glad to have his comics on our board. Then I told him I should probably get back to class and he said he did too and I didn't walk him back to class even though I really thought I should because he is so tiny and just little and somebody could have hurt him. He could have fell down.

The next day, Mr. Wood called me up to his class and gave his drawing to me, this time cut out into a strip and colored. I went downstairs and hung it up with four complete staples.

If it was ripped off, somebody was gonna die.  -,-

Soo...I guess I'm writing this so that I don't post something on facebook like "there is a cute little tiny sevie child who is drawing for the comic board now and if you touch him you die", because that would be hard to explain.

As it is now...

Well anyways, he is my hero because he reads Calvin and Hobbes, his hair is messy, his locker is messy, and his lines are straight. Also he is a beautiful person and I love him. And if you hurt him, I will find you and kill you and no one will ever remember you. And also we will dance on your grave.

 

CARTOONISTS UNITE!!