He sat, book in lap, pencil in hand. He thought as cat eyes scanned the page. Scribbles and numbers formed on the page, slowly working out the problem at hand. Clouds crept into the sky. Pencil still tapping on the book as curly brown hair was pushed behind slightly pointed ears. A smirk of victory. Tired, he put the book down and returned to his room. Outside, the rain began to fall.
Author notes
Still working on this...
Written October 18th, 2006
