Atticus and the rest of the division youths once again stood, each of them facing the massive black terminal.
But unlike before, where they had been waiting for their first division battle with all of them armored up, today was Monday, and it was time for each of them to attend their assigned classes.
They were all wearing their regular clothing, with many of them wearing brooding expressions on their faces.
None of them liked the thought of having to go to school and sit down in class, listening to lectures for hours.
But amongst the many who were sad, no one in the area looked as down as Nate.
If anyone should see his bulky form and his expression currently, it would be a major irony.
He was currently wearing a profoundly sad expression, so sad that should there be just a single drop of tears on his face, it would melt the heart of many.
