[farrenlock]

Kamari chose a quiet and secluded area in the library to remain during Kendo class. Not up for the high strung teacher or students, he decided to skip and just kick back for a little while. Not that he hadn't done so before. Actually, he skipped yesterday too. Whatever. It didn't matter to him how many days he ditched. What mattered was the silence and the solitude of being left alone to just think. To think about his wretched home life. To think about quitting Kendo all together. To think about something else that'd help get him out of the internal funk of depression.

Kamari glanced over at the clock that hung loosely on the wall and wondered why he even batted an eye in its direction, it was never right after all. The big hand was always on 12, and the little hands looked ready to fall off the clock at any moment. Still, it was a habit. He brushed back his poorly dyed dark green streaked hair and stared at the ceiling.