Michael was probably the most mature person Russit knew. Michael's mother had left when he was four, and his father was serving in the army, far from home. Michael's guardian was his only relative, his uncle, who tended to ignore others, and keep to himself. This caused Michael to learn how to fend for himself, and everyone who knew him thought he must be an adult underneath his teenage body and opinions. That was the reason why Russit was allowed to spend the night at his house, and they always obeyed the ground rules.

It was Friday, and school was coming to an end. Tensions rose and attention was lost as more eyes drifted to the window, looking out aimlessly. Snow collected on the grass, creating a blanket that  didn't allow one to focus. Russit's mind drifted away, dreaming of the sleepover planned for tonight. Video games, movies, pizza, pointless inside jokes. That's all that matters on the weekend. Mr. Krenn, their teacher continued to write notes on the board, but not one person wrote them down. The school was asleep and only the bell could wake them up. Russit's eyes drifted from the window to the clock, watching the second hand run its course, and then trying to catch the minute hand moving. One minute left. Russit and the others started to put their books in their backpack as quietly as they could. Russit's hands drifted to the left side of his desk, his head down, his shoulders up, ready to take off.

The bell finally rang, but was almost drowned out by the torrent of students sprinting and shoving their way out of the classroom. Russit found Michael outside of the school, waiting for him. The snow fell around them as they walked to Michael's house, covering the recent footprints, and undoing the work of shoveled sidewalks. "Well," Michael said "How was geometry?" "Ah, boring as ever, I guess." said Russit, looking at the sky with his hands behind his head. "Well, you will learn one thing in geometry." Michael said cheerfully. "What's that?" Russit said, knowing that he had no real answer. "This!" Russit looked at him and was immediately rewarded with a face full of snow. "What does that have to do with Geometry!?" Russit said, half angry, half laughing. "I don't know, but it worked didn't it?" Michael shouted back as he sprinted ahead. Russit took off after him "Oh no, you don't!" The two of them ran through the snow, laughing the whole time.

By the time they reached Michael's house they were both out of breath. They bent over by the banister panting, out of breath. Their recovery was followed by an awkward silence, which was finally broken by Russit "I win." Once again their laughs filled the air as they walked inside.