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Come now, the lunches aren't that bad.

Spoken like someone who doesn't go to my school, [he jokes, but after a moment he amends that to,] other than the tacos. They seem to be able to make those halfway decent.

Are you going for a GED?

Well, school just isn't school without less than adequate lunch meals. [she pauses, careful to think over what she says next] Yes, my ... the school I went to was very different from yours.

I'm seriously thinking about it. Thing is, I don't know a hundred percent if I can do it...

Why not? I think you can.

All schools are varying kinds of crazy. But they all have a couple of the same flaws - bad food, one teacher nobody likes, and one dudebro with a ridiculous amount of ego. I don't want to know what that says about the world as people that that last one's also usually the guy everyone lets run roughshod over everybody else.

I appreciate the vote of confidence, but I'm dyslexic as hell. The math portion could break my chances of getting it, you know? And there's no easy fix to that.

That does make it tough. Your school didn't work with you?

Can you find a job without a diploma or GED?

It says everything about the world. It's not exactly the greatest place to live in sometimes. Particularly for certain individuals.

And where exactly do you fit in this wide spectrum?

Oh, that's easy. I'm the mutant back from juvie you should hate and dislike on principle because of those two equally awful facts. I fill that niche like it was made for me. If I were any more stereotypical I'd run around in black leather and do graffiti in my free time.

The school is swamped; they got more students than they can handle, and I guess I just got overlooked. It happens.

Probably not, no. Not honest work, anyway.

I'd offer to help if I knew more about dyslexia. I just finished school.

The system isn't made for people that don't fit. It sucks coconuts, but you just have to work around it.

I tend to not hate my own kind. And just because you've been sent to prison, that doesn't make you a bad person. It just makes you very bad at not getting caught. What was it that you did that got you there?

Yes, you are a bit cliche. You might as well give in and go all the way. I have. Though leather has never been my style.

Juvie, not prison. Didn't get tried as an adult, barely. Three guys ganged up on me and somewhere inbetween my ribs getting broken and the knives getting pulled I lost control of my powers. Never even knew I could do what I did but wanting to not die is a helleva motivator. [He lights up a cigarette, trying to look nonchalant even though a part of him has slowly been dying the more people ask what he was in for. Seeing the respect drain out of people's faces, the doubt in their eyes, being told he must be telling things in a self-serving way and not being truthful - it's all wearing him down, and he's getting tired of it.]

I dunno, leather smells nice. But I think if I start sniffing my own clothes people are justified if they're weirded out by me at that point, you know?

Lucky you. Congrats, by the way.

I'm not sure how to work around it. Or work through it. Lately I've been in a pretty rough place mentally. The urge to just say 'fuck it' and give up is always in the back of my head.

It wasn't exactly easy. I'm on my own and raising a kid. English isn't my first language.

What's the hardest thing? Math, or all of the reading? I just want to help so you aren't stuck making two dollars an hour unloading trucks or picking tomatoes. How much school do you have left?