[He stares at the blank slate for a few seconds, uncertain, before hesitantly slipping the chalk against it.
I'm miserable, he writes, and bites at his bottom lip. I want to go home. I want things to make sense. I dislike most of the people here, and I don't want to think about the future, and I bloody well hate James' stupid kid, and I miss just being at home and worrying about essays. I miss Raven and I miss my parents and I just want to go home.
Which is a silly and childish thing to whine about, because so does everyone else, and there's nothing I can do about it, but-- there you have it.]
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I'm miserable, he writes, and bites at his bottom lip. I want to go home. I want things to make sense. I dislike most of the people here, and I don't want to think about the future, and I bloody well hate James' stupid kid, and I miss just being at home and worrying about essays. I miss Raven and I miss my parents and I just want to go home.
Which is a silly and childish thing to whine about, because so does everyone else, and there's nothing I can do about it, but-- there you have it.]