With things finally settling down outside as most of the students had made their way into the auditorium, Blanc decided that it would be best to do the same. The auditorium was jammed pack, there wasn't any open seats to be seen, some of the students even resorted sitting in the middle of the rows. It was loud, unorganized, hot and all together an unpleasant experience, you'd think people would apply deodorant before coming to events like this. Looking around there seemed to be a few open seats that no one wanted to take. Sitting at the end of the row was a boy with white hair who looked to be having an even worst time than him. Blanc walked over and sat in the seat next to the boy. A few of the nearby students seemed to be looking at them now. Was it because they looked similar, or were they expecting something to happen?
Thinking back on all the happy faces that he saw in such a short time was making Blanc sick, his expression didn't change, but if you looked into his eyes you could tell that he was in a state of distress. How could people be so happy? How could they just approach someone they don't know, and start a conversation with them? That's the kind of thing that gets you told to go kill yourself. He thought to himself, "Everyone here just needs to die." He mumbled under his breath as he leaned back in his seat. "They should all just die."
