This day is simply fraught with troubles, mine eyes are heavier than my heart. Atticus thinks as he closes his math textbook with a dramatic sigh. Math was a waste of time for a future designer such as himself! He had much better things to attend to.

Though now he's back in uniform and no longer wearing that head covering he must be more mindful of his facial expressions. Lest he be caught scowling like some melancholic fool.

He runs his hand through his silver hair, pushing the curl of his fringe back as he rises to his feet and heads out of the library towards the schoolyard.

Some fresh air will soothe mine own troubles.