January 11th

If you saw what vile my school served for lunch, you’d pack too.

“That looks disgusting,” I said as Robin put his tray on the table.

“Don’t judge a book by it’s cover. Speaking of…what is that.” He said pointing to the cover of my latest book.

“That’s Dorian, well what his soul looks like.This painter made a portrait of him and then he wishes that he could always stay young and his picture grow old. As you can see it comes true. Then everyone thinks he is this angelic person when really he’s evil!”

“Oh sounds good…” Robin said, his voice trailing off and face suddenly getting serious.

“Hey Kat, Robin.” I heard John say.

Robin grunted something in reply.

“So Kat, busy tomorrow?” John asked.

“I thought we were done with the project?”

“We are, that doesn’t mean I want to be done with you.” John smiled, “I’ll call you.”

I sighed as he walked away.

“You shouldn’t be hang out with him,” Robin muttered.

“Why?”

“He just might not be the person you think he is,” Robin replied softly.