Monday. The day that officially makes people tired before they even set out for the day. There certainly are people who take Monday's seriously—but unsparingly, students hope for this day to vanish from the calendar. Yes, the ones who are going to graduate by the next year—too.

In the bustling Cafeteria, a table of four―far down the hall, remained silent. The sound of spoons hitting the plates only echoed. 

After Roy and his grandparents shed some tears, the surroundings became lighter and happier.

 Roy gingerly exited the car, bidding goodbye to Bonnie. Evening was ascending down rapidly—sky bathed in fiery shades of orange, yellow and melting blue. A flock of white birds flew past Roy's head.  Shaking off the drowsiness catching him, Roy went up the stairs to the fourth floor, keyed the door open with weighing shoulders. "Vhloo!!" Roy was greeted by a half naked—unruly Ken, whose words just now got jumbled up due to toothpaste foam in his mouth. Roy dodged Ken's arms and knocked over his shoes, waddling to the couch—and dropping on it both physically and mentally exhausted for the day. He may need to catch a three-four hour sleep before going to EDEN fo

 Roy energetically left EDEN—completing his shift. The temperature had significantly dropped since evening and one can feel that winter is coming. Cold air bristled past Roy and he hugged himself, sneezing lightly.