Keith was slow to wake the next morning, but he was feeling a bit better. Following his usual routine, he worked out, showered, and walked to school. Slow to wake didn't mean on time for school, he was early by about a half an hour. The pain he felt was subsiding, but there were agonizing thoughts slamming through his mind. With more of his forced composure, Keith walked into the school, to the gym for his first class of the day. He changed into his gym clothes, and while he was sure he was alone began to meditate. Like pulling weeds from a garden, he ripped the pain from his body and mind, incinerating it. Keith forced his emotions into a box, each and every one of them, even his love for Alex. He kept only his happiness and optimism out to face the day. Locking everything back up and storing it neatly in his mind, he began to cycle through thoughts, equations, and calculations. When others started to arrive, he began his own warm up