Third Person P.O.V

Light seeps through the curtain of the dark room, bringing some color. As the light fights back the darkness, that once swallowed the small space. Sun rays shining on pale skin, as blue feathers try to block out the sunlight from the sleeping boys face. But little flaws in the wing tips, causes the sun to shine through a few blue jay feathers. Causing the sleeping boy to wake up with a groan. Pitch black, void like eyes slowly blinking as he awakens. A low yawn escaping his slightly parted lips, as he shuffles around a bit to get himself to sit up. Wings folding, untidyingly. Some feathers sticking out or crumpled from the young males slumber. Stretching out his arms, a black tank top hanging loosely on his frame, he gets up. Stumbling a few steps towards his closet, where he grabs plain black jeans. And a blue turtle neck sweater. Which he soon exchange for a hoodie when the days grow colder. But for now the turtle neck would do. As he slips on some black and white shoes, with matching socks. And runs down a set of stairs to the bathroom. Where he takes a comb, and runs it through some water from the sink. And neatly combing his hair into his signature hair style. Which sorta reminds you of a pinapple. But he wouldn't go to far into that. As he brushes his teeth with a new blue toothbrush. And runs out the door, the young male chasing after the bus that was halfway down the road. Luckily for him, he cought up just in time. As he boarded the bus, and took a seat in the frount. Slightly panting from the chase. A good start for his first day at a new school. Nearly missing the bus. Yay! He thinks as he sits there, he than suddenly feels a sharp prick as he turns around to see a loon feathered older boy pluck out one of his feathers.
"Hiya, baby blue~" the older boy teases, wearing a smirk. The younger boy frowning as he snags the feather out of the strangers hand with a frown.
"First of all, gross. And second, don't touch my wings with your nasty fingers. And lastly, its Tom. Thank you very much!" Tom retorts, as he scoots further into his seat as he holds the feather; the loon winged boy pulled out; in his hands. He didnt like others touching his wings, expecially jerky little pervs. The boy huffs, hazel eyes cold as he chuckles.
"Oh so you think you can insult me. Huh?" The boy snaps, as he stands up from his seat. Trying to look threatening to the already much shorter tom. Who slightly flinched. Only to take a deep breath, and look up at the older male with a calm expression.
"I'm not seeking a fight, so calmly back off. And grow up" Tom replies. Slighty using some sass, but otherwise calm. As the boy growls in fusteration, and gose to throw a punch at tom. Only for a blonde, crow winged girl to grab his arm. As the bus driver shoots a glare at him and tom.
"Daimen stop, the bus driver is looking" she whispers into daimen's ear, the boy sighing. And giving tom a glare, and a shove as he takes his seat. Tom hitting his head against the window, a hiss escaping him. As pain jolts through his cranium, causing a small headache. The jay feathered male, hoping that school will go a little better. Than again, whose ever nice to the new kid...?

                            
                               A/N
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Huh, this went better than expected. I know it's not a very long chapter, but I'm really trying. As for I'm not in a really good spot to write, as I'm dealing with alot right now. But I hope you like the first chapter of Wing Beats. Bye for now~