"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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