Tord was sitting in the classroom, doodling in his notebook. He was dressed in his uniform, his tie lazily done. His hair was fluffy and a caramel - nearing ginger - brown. He had a small white patch on his face, freckles darting all over his cheeks. He was humming to himself softly, earbuds plugged in, waiting for the lesson to start. He had just turned 19, but was still considered a teenager considering he was in high school.