Mondays, every week there is a Monday; it is inescapable. Monday marks the end of a weekend of freedom and begins the signal of captivity and forced work. This pertains of course to that of High School.
The morning began as most do in Lovecraft High. A wide array of students bustling through the various entrances and uniformly making their way toward their lockers or perspective social zones.
The social zones in Lovecraft functioned mostly like those of normal cliques but with a bit of turf wars mixed together. If one clique gravitated too closely to another cliques zone before or after the start of classes usually fights, verbal and or physical, would ensue. In the student handbook it is STRONGLY stated that violence of any sort is not permitted, and of course just like every other rule in the handbook it is almost always broken.
Kalamos was a mostly ordinary young man, which in turn made him unusual at Lovecraft since most everyone was most definitely not ordinary. The strangest thing about Kalamos was his name, and that was only given to him because his parents were mythology buffs, another factor that he took into account for why he went to Lovecraft. Kalamos was known to those who knew him as Kal. The boy never stood out too much, he was of average height, and average build; not exceptional at sports and not particularly social. It seemed as though he would blend right in, however because he was so ordinary in a school of inordinate students he stuck out like a sore thumb.
Kal had just gotten off the bus where he tended to sit in the back, away from most of the other students, content in his own mind. He walked down the hall his shoes contributing to the steady beat of feet on tile. His hazel eyes were partially concealed by the mess of auburn hair that rested upon his head. He carried a shoulder bag that had various pins and buttons on it with familiar cartoon characters on them or sarcastic sayings. His locker was in the far west hall of the building, a place he didn't much care for but had little choice since he needed to keep his large collection of books somewhere. He trudged along, slightly slumped over and groggy as he dragged his feet, his over-sized baggy pants shuffling along with him.
