anyone care to join? he's single c:
Grayson sat in the music room of the school, writing a new song out for his guitar. He should be in his math class, but it's not like his teacher wanted him in there anyway. None of his teachers wanted him there. Thats why he was always in the music room. The music teacher never cared if he was there and he was thankful that someone actually wanted him around. He sighed softly to himself and ran a hand through his messy dark hair, hoping the next lyric would come to him soon.