The eighteen year old looked at himself in the mirror to adjust his uniform. Dressed in a smart navy blue military cut jacket with white trim to match his mandatory white button up, the boy ran his hands down his coat to smooth and alter the fitting. The top half was paired with fitted khakis and leather dress shoes. He was sure he was allowed sneakers but, in all his years, he had never wore tennis shoes with his uniform; it was unbecoming of a respectable student.

Once he was satisfied with his appearance, he grabbed his black leather book bag off his desk chair and headed out the front door.

As he stepped outside, a gust of wind swept around him causing his short silver hair to move out of place. Groaning, he flattened his hair back down and brushed the loose strands out of his face. The wind let up a bit the closer he got to the school and more students came out of the woodwork, laughing and rushing to homeroom before the first bell.

"Here we go again. Another year starting and another year down." He sighed and fixed his book-bag over his shoulder, making sure he didn't mess up his jacket, and trudged forward.