[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Since Galaxy's roleplayer was from England, she had no idea what the grades would be equivalent to so she just shoved Laxy in anywhere.
The boy clutched on to his bag that was strapped around his shoulders as he swerved through all the busy bodies in the school. He stopped at his locker which he opened with a swift fluid motion since it was the same thing every single day, leaning a big hand against the cool metal of the locker, he messily grabbed a few things he thought would look useful for an another average day.
Galaxy then slammed it shut, a little to forceful and he winced away from the slam it made - most of the time, the guy didn't know his own strength. With a sigh, the brunette leaned against his locker and crossed his arms whilst his dreamy spacey blue eyes flickered over the people that walked by; as shown by his eyes, he was a dreamer and incredibly thoughtful so as he looked upon the people who cared nothing about him, he wondered silently what their dreams were, what they were afraid of, if they have had their heartbroken and many other things he could conjure up in his open mind.