Phoenix let out a content sigh as he finished his book. Another book of poems read. Only who knew how many left. He looked around deciding he would read some more, but then he noticed the blinking messages on his computer. While he had finished up what little he had to read of the book of poems, he had missed the fact that people were talking in Wallflower. He hadn't expected so many to be talking at this time of day, figuring most would be in class.

He read through them, taking note of the questions they asked and things they said. After catching up he typed a reply that answered all the previous questions minus one directed at MadCat about a pet. He didn't have any of those, though he did want a bird of paradise or blue & gold macaw. Irrelevant though since a pet was the only thing his parents wouldn't give him.

He then took a notebook and pencil from his nightstand and started drawing as he waited for responses, which didn't take long. Turned out that one of them was a sophomore like him. He wondered if they too were sixteen due to a strange school. Of course he doubted it. The person was probably fifteen, or held back, or started a year late.

When they said that Phoenix was lucky to have the day off, he was surprised to find himself not truly happy about it, and almost typing why. He managed to stop himself in time, but the message made it obvious he wasn't content and was wishing for more. And now the other guy was curious. He thought for a moment, unintentionally holding the period button. Oh well he didn't care. He typed his next reply, surprised to find himself admitting how he wanted his parents to spend time with him like they did his siblings. He briefly thought that he shouldn't be talking about this, but then he thought of how they were strangers. People he would never meet and who didn't know him. It was actually perfect. The perfect chance to get things off his chest and feel better. And it worked as he sent the message, watching the screen for a reply.