People would often ask how much they had left on their clocks. At times like that, they'd look at each other, giving a cheeky smile and shrugging simultaneously. They'd pull down their sleeves, hiding the faded gray ink on their skin.
They didn't want people to know. Not yet, at least. The only ones who did know were their families and close friends, who they spend a lot of time with. Truth was, there was no time left on their clocks.
The clocks stopped long ago, back in the third grade, back when Mitch moved to USA from Canada and enrolled in Jerome's school.
Ever since then, their clocks were done counting.
And honestly, it was a match made in heaven.
Well, more like primary, but you know, heaven sounds more poetric.