" And who are you meant to be..? “

The boy glared at you. He had bleach-blonde hair and bright blue eyes. His clothes were pristine , clean and ironed. He was a stark contrast to your appearance. Tattered with dark hair. He could barely tell if you were male or female. He had a look of bitterness in his eyes , staring dead into yours. He sized you up, his gaze going from your face to your shoes. He straightened his tie, standing in the damp and dimly-lit corridor.