"Was it a sunny day? If I remember correctly, it was during physical class."
Jill continued talking as he reminisced the past.
His fight with Vincent didn't stop on the day of the funeral. In fact, it only ever gotten worse. He became temperamental, and he'd be furious even at just the slightest glimpse of Vincent and his shadow.
Then, that fateful day happened.
His class moved to the gym for their second lesson and that's when he met Vincent's class. The moment their eyes met, the fight was inevitable.
Their teachers were around, but it didn't even matter.
They brawled and smacked each other, rolling across the floor and stumbling into the balls stacked neatly by the side. The moment Vincent took a ball and threw it at his face, Jill did the same and reached out for any thing around.
That's when he took a hold of a wooden bat. It was smaller and much lighter than the one he's holding right now, but it was still a bat.