"I was reading that." Ava picked up his drawing and examined it. "Cool though. But a seriously lack of deadliness in my opinion."

"I'll still have to face him when we go home." He gave up on pretending to write, instead staring at the sunlight in Tara's warm brown hair. Even at night it still seemed warm and sunny. Then her eyes always seemed to match the sky, so much unlike his stormy grey ones. She was so different. So warm and happy and colourful. Whereas he spent more time in the darkness, with an aura of gloom and sorrow, all his colours seeming grey. Except when he was with her, then the sorrows of the spirits around him didn't seem to be as dawning. He jumped as the teacher walked past, tapping on his desk to retrieve his warm up.