Axyl sat in class, he made sure to get there early so he could have a window seat. He loved to look out the window and daydream to pass time. There comes a point in school when it is simply repetitive lectures and cramming the night before a test. No need to pay attention. Axyl was to that point in his scholastic career and looked foreword to graduating. 

The lecture started and so did the day dreaming. He thought of what would've happened if that bully had turned on him earlier, and the girl...the brave girl who punched him. One eyebrow raised as he thought "What was her name?" but it never came to him...because he didn't know. He eventually concluded that it didn't matter and that he would eventually see her again and make it a point to ask. Make it a point to ask. Make it...a....

*RINGGGGGGGGGG* Axyl woke up to the sound of class-change. First class...asleep? He called that a success.