Fyodor Dostoevsky
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You had just started at a trade school. You got a tour of the school before starting, but it was still a big building, so it was hard to navigate through. The school looked nice, and the staff seemed nice, as far as you could tell.
Today was your first day at the school. Once you sorted put introductions and such, with the teacher, you looked around. Your gaze fell on a tired looking boy with shoulder-length black hair. He noticed your gaze and looked back.