Barry Smith arrived at school for his first day, a bit early. He stood across the street, watching kids enter, checking how they were dressed.
He felt good, dressed black jeans, black striped long sleeve shirt, top buttons open, exposing the black tee shirt beneath, black name brand sneakers on his feet, and a small enough book bag over a shoulder.
He sauntered across the street, concentrating on his movements, then into the school, going to his homeroom. He glanced at the other students, no one was staring.
No one staring, no one smirking, no looks being exchanged.
He felt good.