(http://i1278.photobucket.com/albums/y503/angel_wings1/eda3a626-2660-4fda-a5cc-ed57dab8809a_zpsb3eaac47.png?t=1389645235)<br/><br/>Robin sat at the small desk in the corner of the room. The desk itself was normally for studying once class was over, but this wasn't going to take him too long. The quiet sound of his pencil mingled with the rhythmic ticking of the clock, word after word pouring from his mind and onto the paper.<br/><br/>The daily letter, complete with a poem about the anniversary of his loved one's passing, was folded neatly and carefully, slid into an envelope, and tucked away into the top drawer of his bedside dresser with the others.<br/><br/>Once that was done, he gathered the schoolwork that had been momentarily neglected, and set to it, starting with the easier creative writing essay and working up to the harder math and social studies.