His words give you some momentary assurance, and you can manage to not stare at him for a while. Your brother is only a few feet behind you, but you wonder if he's staring. The thought of it gives a spark in your head which you decide not to provoke. He just has to affect you in every way ALL day, doesn't he? You think to yourself, before opening the metal door that leads into the main hall. It's when you hold the door open and Andy walks past that you notice he's in his uniform for middle school, but he's shadowing at his high school.
"You didn't really need to wear your uniform to a high school, did you? Not like we have them."
"School says I have to," replies Andy. "It apparently distinguishes me from the actual enrolled students."
You feel a little bad for Andy; chances are, he's not going to actually want to be picked out from the other students.
"You shouldn't have to," you say, a little upset at the system. "You're already different enough from the students here."
"I know, but that makes my uniform less obvious. Just looks like part of me, not part of a school." Wise saying, bro. You never would've thought that way if you were in his position.
Then again, he doesn't notice his species, so he's about as human as I am - ignorant of what I am, and focusing on who I am.
"What are you, a fashion trend?" You jokingly say as you bump his shoulder with your fist.
Your brother laughs and pushes you back, and you both arrive at your first class.
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