I glance over at her, a little embarrassed she gets it, even though I know I shouldn't be. She's kind of like Callie, encouraging me, and I don't really know what to do with that, but I know she isn't going to laugh at me for it.

"Yeah," I say, shrugging. "Sketchpad, pencils, shit like that." I keep carrying it around, thinking that maybe, sooner or later, I'll see something and actually feel like I can draw the way that stuff is meant for. The island's not exactly short on scenery either. It's just talent that's missing.