What the hell was he doing here? Oh, right... He was supposed to be learning. This was the most stupid thing he'd ever heard of but his brother insisted on it and Seth knew that he had to. He wasn't going to be able to do anything with his life if he didn't at least finish high school so that was his first goal. He could be a mechanic or a tattoo artist but he needed to at least finish high school. He'd made it this far so there was no point in quitting when he was so close to finishing things. Besides, if he didn't finish school, that wouldn't look too good and he wouldn't get the chance to get custody of his brother and give him a home of his own when he deserved one. Everything that he was doing now was for his brother. Forget everyone else. His brother deserved better than this.
It was lunch and still decent outside so Seth took his lunch out to the lawn to eat it. It wasn't much of a lunch, a crustable PB&J, a bag of chips and a soda but he really didn't need much else. It was funny to think that he was on any of the school teams. After all, his tattoos were not favored by many of the teachers and he was on the swim team! The thing he hated the most about the school was the stupid uniforms. He hated it all. Seth had been used to public school and being able to wear whatever he wanted until he was in high school. After that, Spenser 'adopted' the boys and their fates were sealed. So, pulling his tie to a nice and loose state, Seth pulled off the jacket and rolled up his sleeves and sat out on the green grass, strumming on his acoustic, practicing a song. His food was laid out around him and his guitar reflected in his glasses. Yeah, rock on...
Picture this Dustin sitting still for once in his life. In his English lit class while the teacher pondered on human survival which was one of the themes of the book sitting closed on the side of his desk, Lord of the Flies to be exact. Yea nice picture aint it. Too bad it wasn’t all true instead of sitting still Dustin’s legs were frantically shaking under his desk causing his knee to hit the top of the desk every so often making a thud noise and a jerk movement. He really couldn’t help it he was bored in class and when that happened nothing in his body ever seemed to sit still. I mean even the pen in his hand was wobbling back and forth on his notebook, he was supposed to be copping notes but gave up on that a long time ago.
Can you blame him, it was the last 10 seconds of class and he wanted to get the hell out of there. He watched as the clock ticked, time seemed to go so slow when you watch at it. But his mind couldn’t be preoccupied with anything else. As soon as the heard the loud ding on the bell he jumped up picked up his books and headed the hell out of the class room. English wasn’t his favorite subject nor was the teacher so fond of him so he always got out of there as fast as he could.
He had lunch now, eh he wasn’t much of an eater. Especially when he didn’t fell like it. You could sometimes tell that by looking at his lanky thin frame which followed him around. He dragged himself out of the cafeteria and out to the courtyard. The less time he spends inside of the claustrophobic and loud cafeteria the better. He had a bottle of soda and a chicken wrap sandwich, which he probably wouldn’t even finish. Yea the sandwich was sort of a girly one or whatever but he liked it, it had a nice flavor to it.
He came outside and looked around for a bit, looking for an empty spot to just sit and ponder or just someone to talk to. He sighed when he saw no free spots, but spotted one kid Seth he sort of knew him from parties or whatever. He walked up to him “Hey mind if I sit here?” He asked.
When wasn't Seth bored in school? Honestly, think about it. The guy had been around the block far too many times. He'd been in and out of juvenile detention centers since he was about twelve and that's where he'd spent the majority of his life. If he wasn't doing something he wanted or something he liked, he didn't care about it. More than that, he hated this place for the way it was set up. Seth was used to wearing what you wanted and sitting at desks. The way they had things set up here was weird. It was like... stadium desks or something. And the uniforms? Yeah, the teachers loved that one. After all, you couldn't see any of his tattoos with his uniform on. His lip ring was the only thing that was visible and they were unhappy with but they couldn't do anything about it and since they'd been the ones to give him the scholarship, they really couldn't say anything about it.
Seth was okay with food. It wasn't like he ate all the time but he didn't go hungry. He was just your average kid. When he would get high, the munchies would kill him but since his brother had convinced him to give them up, drugs weren't an issue for him anymore. His brother really was going to be his saving grace. This school thought that they were helping by giving them a place to stay outside of foster care and all but it was a joke. They were just doing it to look good and since they had so many little rich punks running around, it wasn't like they didn't have the money to take care of them. Then again, Seth had also earned this scholarship. Just because he was a delinquent, it didn't mean that he had to be stupid or a bad student. He just didn't like school. He got his work done and moved on with his life.
He looked up when some kid spoke to him, abandoning the melody he'd been strumming on his guitar. He knew this guy. D, something... Dusty? Dustin! Eh, close enough, right? He didn't really know the kid and he was usually too drunk at the parties to remember too much but he never forgot a face. "Yeah, sure thing." There was plenty of grass to be sitting on but company was rarely a bad thing.