His dark eyes searched for a quiet place to hide for just a few more minutes. He saw the perfect place across the hallway from him - the bathroom. The boy slipped quickly through the bathroom door and inside. His eyes looked in each direction of the room to see if any students were in there - he saw no one. The boy figured it was a safe place to be alone. He stood in the middle of the room staring at the beautiful dark blue tiles on the wall surrounding the mirrors. The boy looked at himself in one of the mirrors - it reminded him of a picture in a beautiful blue frame. He gazed at his messed up hair and tried to comb it as best he could with his fingers and thought to himself as he ran his fingers through his hair, “Curls! Why couldn’t my hair have been straight?” The boy moved his hair away from his eyes.