'I brought his bag' he told the nurse and dropped it in front of Jakob, who smiled at him. He gave a small nod, avoiding any eye contact, turning around and leaving the office. He had Math next with his least favourite teacher, a strict, plump lady who always had a bit of a temper. He flung his backpack over his shoulder as he walked towards the main hall to get to his locker, placing his sports bag inside it.

Math went by surprisingly fast and he even managed to answer a few questions right, which came as quite a shock to him. He was very bad at academic subjects and usually scored the lowest in his class. It never bothered him much anyway. When the bell went for break time, he rushed outside to the school fields, walking behind a green wooden shed and reached into his pocket, taking out his cigarettes. He picked one out and held it between two fingers as he fumbled with his lighter. He took a long puff and slid down to the grass. There, he sat cross legged, cigarette in hand, and watched the trees gently rustle in the breeze.