[SilentFeather]

Akira sighed once more, secretly carving what seemed like a poem. He made sure not to be caught in the act. He used a small pocket knife. He yawned softly, pulling his own hood up. He focused on doing what he wanted to do, making his mark in the world. He let his songs take the troubles and cares away. He sighed for what seemed like the millionth time that day. He was also in the back like the new kid. He did not strike up any sort of conversation. He wanted to stay in his darkness.