It wasn't much different, the classes were all standard, the clubs and the students all seemed rather similar to other schools. No, what made Rosenburg stand out was it's secret little games that were played between the students. The young man gave a toothy (or, as toothy as it could be) grin just thinking about it. A caste system, who would've thought? Mocchiri himself wasn't too high up the totem pole, not since the last caste game but he didn't really mind it. While he wasn't somewhere nice like the middle "five" card, he fell just below it which was enough for him. A king would've been lovely but the man was okay without that role, and the joker would've been interesting but he didn't feel like dealing with bullies. Mocchiri slipped the key-chain with his room key on it into his sweater pocket. Rounding a corner here and there, Mocchiri eventually found his way to the cafeteria; his presence announced far ahead of him with the clopping of his wooden shoes echoing in the hallway. The line was shorter by this time and so he got through the line up quickly. A small croissant with strawberry jam on the side, a thing of vanilla yogurt, an apple on the side and a carton of milk filled the little plastic tray which he then carried off to some table he chose at random. Today he sat near the outer wall of the cafeteria, which he soon noted was also occupied by someone
It wasn't much different, the classes were all standard, the clubs and the students all seemed rather similar to other schools. No, what made Rosenburg stand out was it's secret little games that were played between the students. The young man gave a toothy (or, as toothy as it could be) grin just thinking about it. A caste system, who would've thought? Mocchiri himself wasn't too high up the totem pole, not since the last caste game but he didn't really mind it. While he wasn't somewhere nice like the middle "five" card, he fell just below it which was enough for him. A king would've been lovely but the man was okay without that role, and the joker would've been interesting but he didn't feel like dealing with bullies. Mocchiri slipped the key-chain with his room key on it into his sweater pocket. Rounding a corner here and there, Mocchiri eventually found his way to the cafeteria; his presence announced far ahead of him with the clopping of his wooden shoes echoing in the hallway. The line was shorter by this time and so he got through the line up quickly. A small croissant with strawberry jam on the side, a thing of vanilla yogurt, an apple on the side and a carton of milk filled the little plastic tray which he then carried off to some table he chose at random. Today he sat near the outer wall of the cafeteria, which he soon noted was also occupied by someone