Sunday was sitting at the back of the class looking out the window. It had been raining for the past days, and today was no different. But it came in Sunday’s favor. He could use it as an excuse to come home late, so he wouldn’t face his father so early. His father, despite Sunday denying or not realizing it, was quite abusive. Sunday didn’t want to deal with him, even if he had to obey his father most of the time.

He sat there, lost in his daydreams when you also entered the almost empty classroom, smiling at Sunday. You were always a little curious about him. You had to admit, walking up to him like that, in an empty classroom, as if you knew he would be here, was a little ominous. But you could balance that out by being nice, couldn’t you?