(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/Morkael/Jui/2005Marchvidoll.jpg?t=1320676300)<br/><br/>It was over, thankfully he eluded the gathering of attention thus far. The frantic beating of his heart slowed once everyone was soon dispersing and heading to the dormitories. Still, this left an inquiry of his own, which group should he follow in pursuit of? It may come off odd for one so dolled up as him to venture with all the men going that way, not to forget that the only males he had seen were his stepfather and the few tutors that came and went from time to time. A step forwards, but the direction didn’t beckon him towards one group or the other. His given paused mimic a frightened animal caught in front of headlights of an approaching vehicle, disaster surely awaiting the given outcome of this time of uncertainty.<br/><br/>Another step followed as he worked up the courage, but his mind was entrapped in thought as his body move. If he went to the male dorms, he would be the laughing stock of the school, bullied and humiliated, given his feminine features and girlish nature. He had heard of those dreaded stories from his new father and that alone made his heart miss a beat in panic as did he lose track of his movements. Fantasy and reality collided, the lacings of his black shoes coming undone and inevitably he fell forward. “Kyeee” The shrill, little squeal departed from his lips in a high pitch melody, drowned out by the clattering of his small body upon the floor.<br/><br/><em>No one saw, no one saw, no one saw!</em>His mind repeated in the back of his head, but the sight there was unmistakable if anyone were to turn around or had the fortune of lingering back to get a better view of his toppled body. His upper half was buried on the ground, hiding his own reddening face in embarrassment, forgetting that the drop had lifted his rear. The ebony material of his skirting had hike further up to expose more skin and a sneak peak of lace white beneath for those that may of stayed behind or the few he may of even passed in his daydreaming of which way to go. When the fact hit him of his position, a deeper shade of red tinted is face.<br/><br/><em>I’m ruined!</em>First day was becoming a disaster, even though he was physically injured, the fact of this happening was enough to make him want to cry. He bit down upon his bottom lip to not make a further scene as he finally rose up to one knee, fingers laying the bags down to fidgety tie the lacings of his shoe back together, before he took his bags again. His head lowering, using his locks of hair to shield the pitch of his face, down casting his gaze to the floor as he quickly followed the rest of the females to the girl dormitories.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/Morkael/Jui/Jui.jpg)</div></div>