Observations

The young man, Steve, effortlessly pushes through the short freshmen as he makes his way down the hall. In one swift motion he hitches his back pack higher on his lanky shoulder to avoid it slipping off. His dark, side swept hair and punk- rock accessories added to the school uniform clearly depict that he is a unique and original person that doesn't care about what others think.

The bell has already rung making his pace quicken as he tries to avoid the immature students around him. He looks over his shoulder at his quickly disappearing locker, wondering if he had forgotten any books. From the content smile that suddenly graced his lips, it was obvious that he had everything he needed. With a black, nail- polished finger, he rubbed the bottom of his eye lid, making his eye liner smudge. His fingers are coarse like those of a guitar players. He then lifts his hand higher and pushes back his dark hair, revealing his other eye.

Steve is then acknowledged by another student in the halls. He flashes a smile at the student, who is most likely his friend, and high- fives him. The student then accompanies him for the rest of his walk until they both reach a classroom. They converse for a few minutes until the other student tells Steve to call him then walks in the opposite direction. Steve immediately walks in to the classroom and disappears from view.