Waning Envy

I thought I was the only person in class who could draw. Then I saw the notice board next to my seat. Someone had pinned up an A4 paper—a drawing of Fox McCloud from Star Fox. I stole glances at it as I unpacked my books. Fox’s brows were furrowed. There was a hint of smirk in his expression—confident. He held his pistol with ease. One metallic leg stretched forward, ready to sprint. And every line drawn straight with a pen—no hesitation.