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Charlus woke up. He looked around. The bus he was in had stopped a long time ago. He was the only one left on the bus. Charlus got up. He grabbed his backpack from below his seat.
He then went out of the bus. He looked around. He was in the bustling part of LA. The part with the Hollywood sign visible and beautiful people walking around.
Till now he was in the far end of the city. A place that could be considered the outskirts. But the place Charlus was in was somewhere that even actors couldn't afford to live in. Charlus grabbed his backpack and slung it over his shoulder. He then continued to walk on the street. He saw the models and aspiring models walk on the road and sighed. This was what made him come to Los Angeles and he was missing this at the horrid school.
Charlus looks down on you, shaking his head in distaste at you who refuses to take privilege. He looks at those who do with satisfaction and those who are hesitating to gift with a motivating smile.