Onyx sat at his desk, completely tuned out of the history class he was being dragged through. Gazing out the window, he admired the समुद्र तट nearby his school. He passively observed the waves that collided upon the rocks, following with his eyes the gentle sea spray that followed each powerful blast.
The room began to clear out, and Onyx realised that the घंटी, बेल must have gone. He continued to 6th period, floating mindlessly to his English classroom. Luckily for him, he could position himself near the window and watch the waves again. Twenty मिनटों into the class, his teacher ordered for the students...
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