Cris had decided that he would run along the school grounds first thing in the morning. When he got to the Black lake, he decided that this was a place he couldn't just run by. To do so would be a travesty. The scenery was just too beautiful.

Slowing down to a jog and then a stroll, he finally made his way to the edge of the lake where he sat down on the grass. Leaning back on his arms, he stared out at the expansive lake. He watched the water rippling across the lake as the wind gently blew over it. Cris smiled to himself. This place reminded him of home.