TAG: @charlotte . WORDS: 360. NOTES: "Why me....?"

Aaron shouldered opened the door to the car, giving a little nod at the "behave" that came from the city worker. The one who took custody of him after....after everything. The young male would bring the other strap up to his back, his eyes wandering over the school and it's present students to get a feel for who they were. The other people society no longer wanted. If they found out his "reason" for being there, he worried they would try to make him their bitch, like they did at his last school.

And no way Aaron was gonna be anybody's bitch.

He would walk toward the school, pulling the paper from his pocket that had his locker number and combo. Entering the school, he ignored the people gathering toward the front and took a sharp right, heading down the hall of dorms with his face in his paper, reading through all the instructions without looking where he was going.

Bringing his eyes up, they widened.

He was surrounded by girls.

"OH SHI-!"

There were screams, and textbooks as well as various forms of garbage were thrown his way. He turned around, covering his head and sprinting from the hall with a beat red face, slowing to a jog only when he reached the male dorms. His lips formed a thin line as he swatted off the various papers that littered his form. Broad shouldered, he wore a black and white dress-jacket with a dark green T-shirt underneath. His jeans were blue and quite clean, a wide boot cut leaving the ends of his pants resting gently on his black sneakers. His left hand had a black ring, and he wore a small turtle necklace. The pure face of "average" as it were. Walking into his dorm, he tossed his pack onto the empty bed, not looking to see if there were others around but instead leaving the dorm and heading outside, into the clear skies and chilled wind of the Academy's grounds.

Combing a hand back through his hair, he'd let out a little breath, eyes searching.

"Now...to see what this place is really about..."