Marx Gets Real
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A boy at least eighteen, evident by the lingering scent of cigarettes, enters the brightly lit room and sits down on the cold steel stool in the center. He pulls on his onyx jacket and tightens the black-and-purple checkered hankerchief around his neck. Grey-green eyes stare half-heartedly under black bangs with purple highlights. The rest of his hair was held back with a headband, styled outward in a light spin. He begins to speak, a British accent barely rolling off his tongue.
"Thanks to my damned parents, I had to come to this backwater school. I was finally happy in my old city. Then they found out what I was. I'd been living with a friend ever since. Now I have to finish my education in this godforsaken place. But at least the student body isn't half bad. I saw two really cute brunettes and a hot blonde. And by the time the year is over," he smirked, his bolt beneath his lips glistening in the light. "I'm going to have had a lot of fun here."