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The Narcissist

Aron briskly circled the hallway as if it were his own catwalk. He never just walks-he strides. With a bit of a confident skip in his heels, he smoothly glided through the halls with ease as if he were a super model. His posture always kept straight with his long neck lifting his head high in the air. Of course, no person would move with such poise if they didn't want to be noticed. Aron, being the beautiful creature he was, surely did.

He knew he was attractive. Why, his golden mid-length hair had a flawless sheen that complimented his complexion. He had ivory pale skin and a rare colour of pale blue eyes that no one could compete. He had the height and frame of a model, and was toned throughout. Though, it's questionable why he would want any of this attention since he never seems to acknowledge those heart-struck girls (or guys) that turn their heads whenever he comes down the hall. Instead, he stares straight ahead in the midst of the fayer, just knowing that he was being admired was probably enough for him.

As much as Aron was concerned about his looks, he enjoyed being in the company of his friends whom he hung around with during lunch. They were standing around near one of their buddy's lockers, talking about football and joking around. Signalling a wave, he approached towards them. The longer he was with his friends, the more his model-like persona faded away. It was as if he never was that narcissist he was earlier gliding through the halls by himself.