"Boy...hell of a way to remember your last few months." A nice dry response as he chased after stray peas with his broom, "My kid's graduating this year too, barely."
Jamie merely shrugged. "I'm used to it by now." Didn't mean he liked it, but at least it was a familiar sort of misery. "Besides, this town's full of jerks. Highschool's supposed to be all about preparing you for the real world, right?" The sarcasm and bitterness in his tone were faint, but noticeable.
He fell silent for a moment or two before he mustered the will to glance up once more, briefly. "Your daughter must be excited to be getting out of here."
A bitter laugh, "Yeah, you could say that. So much so she'll be lucky to get her last few credits." He wasn't proud of the truth, but his daughter was sluffing and goofing off every which way these days. He had to wonder how on Earth she'd gotten this far in school to begin with.
"Yeah, well. 's not like there's much point in even coming here most of the time. Teachers don't give a crap whether or not anyone shows up or does their work." He found he actually envied this girl who wasn't even bothering to pretend to put any effort toward something she didn't care about. There'd been plenty of times he'd thought about skipping school, but the thought of his dad's disappointment when he inevitably found out dashed the idea from his head every time.
Still, not a day went by that he wasn't filled with a profound if muted rage about the town's indifference and the fact that he was sentenced to spend the rest of his life sitting in the middle of it. He scowled at the rag still soaking up his spilled soda. "Nobody in this town gives a damn about anything."
"Yeah well...get used to it kid." Jayne grunted and glanced around the lunchroom again scanning for messes and potential messes. "High School is like life with training wheels. Once you get outta here it's the same crap you dealt with here but with bigger consequences. The same people will always be on top." Tired words from a beaten man.
"Yeah, 's what I thought," Jamie muttered. He fell silent for a few moments, cleaning up the last traces of his spilled lunch, then picked up the tray and got to his feet. "Wul, like I said. Six more months and I'm done with it. All of it." He started toward the exit again, casting another glance at the janitor. "Thanks for the help. Sorry about your shoes."
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He fell silent for a moment or two before he mustered the will to glance up once more, briefly. "Your daughter must be excited to be getting out of here."
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Still, not a day went by that he wasn't filled with a profound if muted rage about the town's indifference and the fact that he was sentenced to spend the rest of his life sitting in the middle of it. He scowled at the rag still soaking up his spilled soda. "Nobody in this town gives a damn about anything."
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