For a moment, Skylark was tempted to say something back, but the other really wasn't worth that to him. "No" he said simply, promptly ending their discussion for the time being then. He went back for a moment to his phone. So far there seemed to be no responces to that odd chat since he had signed in. Boring...he checked his texts for a moment and paused. A familiar name was on one of them within his inbox. It was from the third eldest, the one right before him. The one who had been to jail. He was asking to meet Skylark after school. He wanted to 'talk'. Skylark sighed a bit, pressing delete on it. He could not get the thought out of his mind at the moment however. He knew his brother wanted something, he was to interested in his younger brother for there not to be.
None of the other members of his family had shown any intrest in him, unless that was the case. It was sad but very true. He glanced at the clock. After this he had English, then an elective...then lunch. Two more periods, could he tough it out for that long? He did not mind the elective, secretly it was an art class. He was a good artist, mainly sketching and shading. Most of his work was in black and white but it was good. He knew his father of course would not approve, the man did not even know his son was taking said class. Niether did many, sicne the class was small and he had the other members to afraid of him to tell. Power and a bad rep did come in handy at times.