Rabastan was having life complications. What did someone even wear to their first day of public school? He'd gone over his outfit at least a dozen times before he'd given up and just wore a nice sweater and a pair of denims. He wore a fedora, because fedoras were cool, as he walked up to the front of his school, looking at all the morons on the lawn.
He rolled his eyes a bit and lit a fag, standing on the sidewalk, his eyes moving around the crowd. It was much different than his prep school. Girls were showing a lot more skin. He sighed to himself, blowing smoke at the sky. He wasn't going to like it here.
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