Montag took a deep breath feeling the joys of composure. He could care less about the blistering cold that rush into the room. In fact it made him feel serene until he listened onto the cheerful conversation that Katura had rallied the rest of the room into. "Ugh!" Montag huffed clearly annoyed. He walks over and snatches the piece of paper from Katura's hand. As dissenting and non-conformed as he wanted to appear the real fact was that Montag wanted to belong.<br/><br/>After getting his piece he sat behind the teachers desk, pulling out a switch blade from his pocket and carving the words: Sachiko we beg of you into the table. He liked the ring the chant had to it and nothing else came to mind to crave into the desk. When he finished he placed his feet onto the table and looks towards Katura, "Why should we want to keep our friendship alive, most of us don't even have a friendship in the first place? Where do you find stupid shit like this at?" He asked.