Hey I’m me, #######, it’s a very “unique” name. I’m also a drawing master troll who just draws 24/7 at the corner of the room. Everyone just approach, hug, and give “advices” to me when I look like I’m free.

Kim.

Her name is Kim.

I gave her that name, as a persona. She doesn’t have much confidence in herself and I wanted to help her out. How? By pushing her into the internet. Why? Because that worked for me.

She has short, uneven hair held back by a single hairpin and dark colored eyes. She likes to wear scarfs because he’s says her neck is too long. What is she talking about? Her neck isn’t even an inch longer than mine.

We’re in the same class and both like to draw. If she didn’t like to draw, I wouldn’t have asked her to be my partner to begin with. And she was good at it. Really good. She could pick up a pen and draw perfectly without a sketch. Her drawing style would be great as an animation.

She handles most, if not all, of my concert art for the characters now. And not just appearances, but with their bio too.

I met Kim in class this year. For the first time, we were put into the same one. My friend already knew her and talked much about her. I always wanted to see her drawings, but seldom got the chance. I’ll admit, I was a bit underwhelmed (I’m sorry!), but maybe it was because by ‘great drawing’ I expected like those you see on Deviantart or Tumblr or art exhibits. She came for an art club meeting, once, the year before. She didn’t do more than sit down and draw bananas for my class teacher.

So I don’t remember things, but somehow, we got to be friends and violá, two girls aspiring to be artists with one dreaming of becoming a doctor, a writer, and a comic artist all at once and the other dreaming of nothing more than a high paying job at some big animation company. Kim is the former. Say hi, Kim!

Kim: (adruptly stops drawing) “Wait, what?”