Phoenix groaned as the alarm blared into his eardrums. It marked that it was six AM and that it was time to get up. Even though to him it felt too early to be getting up to get ready, but his parents liked it so he made it a point to. Everyday, six AM, no matter if it was school or a weekend. While normally on this lovely morning he would have school, there were teacher conferences happening so his day of classes was cancelled. Much to his joy since it meant he could simply draw and read all day. Stretching and yawning he walked into his bathroom showering, then getting dressed in a simple white long-sleeved button up, black pants, and nice black shoes. While he wasn't comfortable in them, his parents deemed them appropriate.

Once he was finished getting ready he walked downstairs to the dining room of his house, where everyone already sat. Making him the last one, as usual. It wasn't saying much considering the only ones there were his parents, but that's only because his two siblings were both off away at top rated colleges. Even when they were here he was always last, making him even more a disappointment than he already was. Quietly he sat down at his end of the table. The breakfast was quiet with the only sounds being silverware clinking against the plates, chewing and the occasional words exchanged between his parents. When all was finished he patiently sat on the couch, waiting for them to finish getting ready, and waiting right till they were leaving to speak. "Mother, father. Goodbye. Have a good day at work," he told them, his voice almost child like. Of course as usual the only reactions he received were a grunt from his father, and a glance from his mother.

From there the house was quiet. The only sounds being the cook and the maid cleaning up. The two were a married couple and lived in the house in an extension where the family couldn't hear them. However they didn't interact with him. Just like his parents didn't either. With a sigh he trudged his way upstairs, changing into a more comfortable outfit of white pants and a thin white & purple hoodie, taking off his shoes all together. He then sat on his bed and opened up his laptop, logging on and heading straight for the internet.

On there he logged onto an art site, answering all the notifications he had, something common to the site when you were as good as an artist as him. After that he went to his email, getting rid of all the junk mail before noticing one he didn't recognize. He wasn't sure who it was from. Occasionally people from the art site sent him things through the site so he assumed it was from there. Opening it up he found it lead to a site called Wallflower. Curious he checked it out. He looked around his room trying to find something to be a username, when finally he noticed the mythology book on Phoenixes on his floor. He then thought about himself and how he burned so easily out in the sun. Finally creating his username and password, he entered the site.


He saw that two others were already in the room. Both had typed greetings. Shrugging he typed his own back.


Once sending the message he started reading one of his poetry books, waiting for an answer.