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I heard someone walking closer towards me. I can't see who it is. But I already know who it is.

Once I saw him step in the light from the tiny little window down in the old classroom where I like to go sometimes.

There is never anyone down here. So, I like to come down here on my own time. So, I could paint and draw on my art pad.

But as you can see now, I have company! I am so nervous because it's him.

"Leave! Now." I am not up for company," I told him.

"I don't think so, sweetheart," he said with a smug know-it-all...