Zell Dincht rose from his bed. The dorm was empty again, and that's just the way he liked it. He realised that Seifer must be out on his routine of bullying the Junior Classmen, and clenched his fists in rage. One day he was going to drive a punch into his face, and do it hard. But Zell had no time to think about that; instead he quickly checked his watch.
"Perfect. I'll be first this time!"
Zell rushed to put on his usual clothes. Long blue shorts and a dark jacket was his usual daily fashion. It was extravagant, as he was. After putting on his Metal Knuckles, – only because he felt more confident with them on – Zell sprinted in the direction of his favourite place in all of Garden, the Cafeteria.
A dark figure stood silently outside the Dorm halls, watching the ground. And, as Zell turned to look at this person, his wristwatch started bleeping, and the sharp sound echoed through the ground floor of Balamb Garden.
"Aww man! I'm never gonna get my hotdogs!"
Squall Leonhart, the student with the eternally blank face (apart from a large red scar covering his forehead) looked up to see the blond-haired and tattooed student he knew do well. He also noticed that this student was approaching him, which meant a definite conversation would follow.
"Hey Squall! I just missed the morning queue; can you believe it?"
Squall's expression didn't change, it hardly ever did.
"Anyway." Zell continued, "You wanna go to the Training Center? I've got my gloves on me, so we might as well, yeah?"
Squall contemplated this, and thoughts - possible answers – circled his troubled mind. Squall spent most of his day training, and he hadn't been today. He reluctantly accepted, and the pair began to make their way to the TC, but something stopped them straight away.