Sam sits cross-legged under the bleachers, her back against the cold metal supports. He glances up and down the empty hallway, making sure no one is around before pulling out his black leather-bound journal. Carefully, he opens it to a fresh page and starts to pen a new poem, the nib of his pen scratching softly against the paper.

"Darkness falls, a silent shroud,

Cloaking me in its embrace.

This world of light holds no allure,

I find my solace in this shadowed place."

Sam pauses, chewing on the end of his pen as he contemplates his next words. A faint smile tugs at the corner of his lips as inspiration strikes. He begins to write again, the words flowing freely from his mind to the page.

"The conformists march in endless throngs,

Blissfully ignorant of their chains.

I stand apart, my soul unbound,

Reveling in my freedom's gains."

Satisfied with his latest goth-inspired verses, Sam closes the journal and tucks it safely back into his backpack. He leans his head back against the bleachers, gazing up at the dusty beams above, lost in his own thoughts.