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[indent][color=gray]Casper wasn’t sure what the allure of the beach was to him. Maybe it was the soft sea foam that formed from every wave or the intoxicating smell of the salt fresh from each tide. Regardless of what it was, he was drawn to it, to the point that it became a habit for him before school everyday. Unlike most of his peers, his functioning hours laid between twilight. 2am-6am was his favorite time as it felt like that’s when the world finally felt like it was a ghost town and no one was there to occupy it but himself. Between the soft faded clouds, peeked the head of the sun. Within a few minutes everything was doused in a medley of pinks, purples, and oranges. Looking at his phone it was almost time for the first and last day of his Delbrook career. Birds began to sing while he popped AirPods into his ear and hit play before he started down the road on his skateboard. It’s not that he didn’t want a car nor that he couldn’t afford one, but he didn’t really need one since he lived decently close to campus and it saved him money for things he considered more important, like creating an EP for labels to listen to. 

Like their mascot, Casper rolled in like a rising tide. He was greeted with the new class of freshmen that moved up from the middle school and he couldn’t help but wonder if he looked that young when he was their age, they get tinier every year. The halls were as clogged as always, pushing past the loitering crowd and peering into the cafeteria to see if he recognized anyone. Nothing. Guess everyone was either still arriving or already in home room. He walked past the center of the school at a crossroads looking at the massive image of Poseidon etched on the wall and kind of scoffed, after all guys who were into Greek mythology were the equivalent to girls who got into astrology. He liked both so what did that say about him? The drum of the five minute bell pulled him back in, the only thing more terrorizing than the bell was the default alarm on the iPhone. Luckily he made it in time just to catch the makings of a line formed outside Miss Goldman’s room. Spanish was cool and all, but Creole was more up his alley or that’s what his mom led him to believe. 	

[color=17a5a5]“Hola, cómo estás Profe?”[/color] That should have gotten the heat off him for now, making his way to his seat. He found himself comfortably square in the middle of the chart. Everyone already knew him by Caspian, Cas, or Casper so there was no need to write his nicknames on the board. She went over the typical spiel as she did every year prior. It was nice to know they had the autonomy to do whatever they wanted in their free period. Casper mostly slept since he spends four or so hours up on the beach. Just then the speaker came alive with static before the Sea god himself began to speak. He half rolled his eyes at the dystopian practice of standing up and reciting something so indoctrinated within them since elementary school, but nonetheless he humored their principal and stood up idly until it was over. Casper turned and made sure he greeted his new and old peers before the principal finished the rest of his message and they headed over to the auditorium. More pleasantries that put mostly everyone to sleep until they perked up at the announcement of the carnival. This was almost undoubtedly a risky way to start the year, but as they headed onto the field, Casper only head one thought in his mind. Funnel Cake.[/color]
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