forum Delinquent Academy RP

Started April 10, 2018 by @charkieshark

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"Hey teacher!" Zanna shot up and shouted, "The kids got a migraine so leave him alone!"
"They never understand anyway," they murmured once they sat back down.

The teacher glared at Zanna for a moment, but said nothing about her comment, just continuing to teach even though no one was really paying attention. About half an hour later, Jay silently slipped back into the classroom and sat down. The teacher didn't even notice.

"You good now?" Zanna asked him.

Jay nodded. "I got some pain meds and was ordered to just lay down for a while. I should be fine. I assume I didn't miss anything?"

Morrigan shook her head, still uncomfortable that Zanna had noticed her change in mood. She adjusted her hand so that they would not see the self-inflicted wounds on her hands.

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"Nope, just Ms. Bitch droning on," Zanna responded. Zanna looked over at Morrigan. She had shifted her hand to hide something, Zanna assumed it was probably some injury, but decided not to comment.
"Hey Jay have you met Morrigan?"

Morrigan waved with an air of interested nonchalance.

Aita walked to class and there was a new teacher this time. Mr. Kale. He smiled and sat down in the empty classroom with the barred windows and waited for Mr. Kale to speak.

"Morrigan meet Jay, Jay meet Morrigan," Zanna introduced to each other. Not caring about what the teacher thought.

Morrigan nodded to acknowledge Jay’s presence, blowing the biggest bubble yet. “So, what’re you two here for?” She pulled her sleeve down further.

"I used to lead a pretty notorious gang, graffiti a bunch of stuff, fought a bunch of kids. The police also tried to frame a bunch of serial killings on me, but they couldn't prove it was me," Zanna grinned wickedly, "What are you here for Morrigan?"

"I'm here because I hit some teachers on accident and kept skipping class. Also, my parents don't want me, so I really don't have anywhere else to go. They're pretty convinced that I'm some horrible demon child or something, a mistake that just brings bad luck wherever it goes. They never even call me by my name, I'm just 'boy'."

Morrigan felt a twinge of sympathy. “Graffiti, although pretty aesthetically pleasing if I do say so myself, punched a homophobic teacher, beat up some kids who wouldn’t leave this trans girl alone, a bunch of other stuff.” She shrugged. “Oh, and apparently motorcycles are not allowed on school property.

"Those are some bad parents," Zanna responded, "And mine abandoned me."

“Same. Well, my mom anyways.” She said to Zanna.

"Yeah…" Jay decided not to go into details about his family. He still had scars to prove it, but his hair and clothes usually covered them mostly. His parents mostly just ignored him when they were sober, but the problem was, they were rarely sober.

"Parents suck sometimes don't they?" Zanna asked the other two.

Jay nodded. "That's one way to put it…" He felt a twinge on his scalp where a beer bottle had broken on his head after it was thrown at him. His parents refused to take him to a hospital, so he pulled out the pieces of glass himself. That was not a good evening.

“Sometimes?” Morrigan snorted, the tiniest bit of fear springing to her eyes. “More like always.”, she said, a little quieter. “Especially when drunk.” Why was she telling them this?!

Jay turned towards Morrigan. Did she have similar problems to him? Should he tell her? He wasn't sure whether he could trust her though, so he kept quiet. His breath caught in his throat and he nodded slightly to let her know that he agreed.

"Drunk abusive parents, that was foster home number one," Zanna sighed, "Whatever you two have been through must have been awful, but if you don't want to tell me, you don't have to. But just know I've been through some rough times cause of my parents too. At least half of theses scars were cause of my first foster parents."

Jay's eyes stung with tears. So I'm not the only one… I suppose that provides some comfort. He took a shaky breath, reliving every time he was beaten, or had something thrown at him, or was generally mistreated. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to tell them or not. After all, he had only met them today.

Morrigan averted her eyes, painfully conscious that the long scar on her neck was visible to both Hay and Zanna. She felt immense relief that she wasn’t alone, coupled with a strong sense of sympathy. Suddenly, the goth girl didn’t seem so tough.

Mr. Kale cleared his throat, "Mrs. Clarke was unable to make it, as she experienced a panic attack a few hours ago. A serious one."
Aita nodded and thumped his pencil against the desk, "What are we learning today, Kale-Sensei?"
"You don't have to call me that, Aita. I know you're Japanese, but there's no need for that. I'm Mr. Kale."
Aita nodded again and looked towards the barred windows. "Why are the windows barred?"

(Hay, Ha)
Zanna relaxed. They didn't always like talking about their first foster parents, but if it made the other two feel more at ease, it was worth it. Zanna may seem tough on the outside, but really all they were was trying to fill the gap those first parents had created with in them.
"So, are we all friends now?" Zanna asked the other two. They had mild social anxiety, and conformation was always welcome.

Mr. Kale turned pale. "You see, Aita, um. You are a student with…special needs. And…we believe….that a major need…is…keeping you away from the other students."

Jay nodded, trying to blink the tears from his eyes. He wasn't looking at either of them, just staring off into space and flinching occasionally if a particularly painful memory came to him.

Morrigan hesitated. You don’t deserve friends! She nodded. “But let’s take things slowly, I’m not the easiest person to get along with.”

Aita nodded and twirled the pencil in between his fingers, bored. "What are we learning today, Kale-Sensei?"