Onyx sat at his desk, completely tuned out of the history class he was being dragged through. Gazing out the window, he admired the beach nearby his school. He passively observed the waves that collided upon the rocks, following with his eyes the gentle sea spray that followed each powerful blast.
The room began to clear out, and Onyx realised that the bell must have gone. He continued to 6th period, floating mindlessly to his English classroom. Luckily for him, he could position himself near the window and watch the waves again. Twenty minutes into the class, his teacher ordered for the students...
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