Vergil Smith sighed, having sat in the back of every class so far today, trying to stay out of everyone's way.  Brushing a few black hairs out of his brown eyes, he gathered his books and went to the gym without a word to anyone.  He passed by a girl with blue eyes and some boy she was talking to, but he didn't pay any mind to them, lost in his own world like always.  Better to lock everyone out and avoid the pain than to risk more hurt.  Vergil didn't get close to anyone, not since his grandfather had been murdered right in front of him.  The locker room was busy with others getting dressed for gym, but Vergil took his time, going through the motions like a puppet on a string.  The bell about rung for the class to start by the time he was ready.  Finding a spot relatively isolated from the others around him, Vergil sat and waited for it to be over, wanting to go home and sulk, like usual.  On the other hand, a small part of him wanted to be here, the part that remembered how he was.<br/><br/>((PS 3, short post.))