December 20, first rays of sun darting through the window fell on his pale face, jumping in his hair those Millions of photons tingling his eyes woke him up. Gregory. You won't find him the way he usually used to be. Today his eyes were blodded, his soul was listless. He stood up and walked to the window, from there he could see the birds floating in the air. The bright ball had just came up adding beauty to the mountains. He sat in the window, took a deep breath and released it with a hush, "hope so I could get it done". He walked down the stairs and got busy in making himself ready for the school. He played with his breakfast squeezing the sandwich and left his house and the sandwich still stood there in the plate. He was walking down the 17th Street to his stop where bus picked him. His lively body which used to be in motion was out of energy, head down looking at his feet he went towards his school. He was about to reach...