"Don't forget the little half assed people I drew. I want credit for those." He chucked, dog earing his copy of the book and closing it. Charlie's art wasn't bad, per say, but it certainly wasn't great. He honed his art by doodling on math pages and French tests, as well on the inside covers of his text books. Luckily for them, though, he had good study habits and with her memory, they ended up with top grades.
He was growing sick of the tedium of the novel, and leaned back into his chair. "I really have agree with you." He sighed. "Sure. Where would we go?"