Somewhere in a secluded part of the school, Mark was lying on the floor with his legs crossed and his hands behind his head. There was a dirty magazine covering his face and a few rays of sunlight filtered through the window at the side, providing just the right amount of warmth to not be considered uncomfortable.
Mark sighed happily as he felt at peace at that moment. Oh yes, this is the life. I really don't know how anyone can stay in that class a day and listen to people drawl nonstop. I'd rather just be fighting an animal instead! Mark felt a little sorry that he just left Arit behind, but he knew that she could handle herself just fine.
