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Jiro eventually got sick of all the murmurs and whispers about him as they pasted by and got up and started exploring the campus. He walked onto the field and spots a few small groups of students under the trees, reading a nice book, finishing all the homework that was due over break, or just hanging out with a friends. He thought this campus was ten times nicer than is old Americans school and was good place to relax and wait for class, wherever that was. There were a lot less eyes on him and it made him feel much relaxed and thoughts who did notice quickly got back to what they were doing.

He took a seat behind a tree and laid on it. He put his pouch on his lap and began digging through it making sure he had everything he needed and possibly a extra sheet of his scheduled. Disappointed he closed it back up and pulled out his book. The book title was [i]The Crucible[/i] by Arthur Miller, and thought it was a intriguing play and upon the further research he did on the book, even more interesting history. As he opened his book to read, he looked up at the boy who was going to pass by and saw quite a sight.

This boy, or young man, had two very different colored socks on with a dispatch and his shirt practically half on. Upon closer inspection his shoe seemed to be on the wrong feet and seems to be missing two fingers, the pinky and the ring finger to be exact. As he ran he notice he also had a slight limp in one of his leg though it took some time watching him to notice. Jiro at first thought to leave well enough alone but had a second thought seeing that he looked like a upper classmen and he might be in the same class. He had just put his book away when he ran by, and Jiro said as he looked down to open his pack.[color=ed1c24]"Hey can..."[/color] but he jl ran by before he could finish his sentence. He thought he probably just didn't hear him since he was facing the ground when he said it so he got up and sorta jogged behind him, now yelling, [color=ed1c24]"Hey, you there, running in the mismatch socks, can we talk for a minute?"[/color] The sentenced seemed off to him but he couldn't think of another trait about his appearance on the fly, besides a different trait that he might take as a insult.