Eirawen looked up at the girl and shook her head. "No I don't think I can draw, I can write a little though, some poems. They are alright but mostly just plain depressing...nothing spectacular." The albino said as she handed Jessie back her sketch book, she had no idea that Jessie had the urge to kiss her lips. And if she did she wouldn't have understood why, she had never thought of herself as beautiful, never had a boyfriend or girlfriend tell her so, she had always seen herself as the misfit, the freak and most of the people at her old schools would have agreed with her.