It was mid-afternoon and Santo could be found out in the school's grounds, down at the basketball court, idly taking his frustrations out on an innocent basketball. Usually events seemed to pass over his head, but there was no doubt, on this day, he had something preying on his mind as he heavily ambled across the court, flinging the basketball in the direction of the hoop with a force that threatens to end the game prematurely, usually missing and then stamping across to pick the ball up and try again. His rocky features were set into an expression of distracted irritation as he grabbed the ball and sent it shooting towards the basket, where it rebounded with a thud and hit him on the hug. "Ow," he muttered to himself.