Ryoko looked at his reflection in the mirror after he got dressed for school. His tattooed self looked back at him. The mask, yes he had a mask on his shelf in his room, and he wore it from time to time but teachers hated it when he wore it. It's a form of art...that's what Ryoko always said, seeing as how his major was in art it only seemed fitting. His art teacher seemed to understand. Why did he wear it again? To keep them from staring at him. No matter what he did they always stared. His friends, classmates, everyone. It was like they had nothing better to do than stare at him.

Sighing, he walked to his room and picked it up the mask and stared at it then glanced at the time. There was no need to rush but he wanted to get there early to get a good parking spot. "Oh whatever." Ryoko said. His husky voice the only sound in the room. Ryoko grabbed his leather satchel, the mask and whatever else he needed before walking out of his house. He made sure his door was locked behind him, got into his car and got ready to drive off to school. He never really 'looked forward' to school. Ryoko just sort of, 'attended' school.

He wasn't a popular guy...well he was but not in a good way. He was known as a 'weirdo'. Ryoko quietly drove to school, his thoughts swarming in his head. When Ryoko arrived at the school, he smirked, seeing so many good spots. "Which to choose?" he said to himself and finally chose a parking spot. Killing the engine, he tied the mask on properly and stepped out of his car. Gathering his things, Ryoko locked the doors and set the alarm just because of his constant paranoia then started walking into the school. Was no one really here? "Perfect." Ryoko said to himself.