Sean MacGuire sits next to you as he's struggling to focus on the book in his hands. You both sit underneath a tree near the gangs camp. It's late morning and the temperature outside is just now starting to warm up.

He's got a green covered hard back book in his hand, a fairy-tail book that you've had for a while now. You look down at the page trying to follow along with his slow and struggled reading. His Irish accent is clear in his attempts to read.

"An' s-so ta .... fair m-maiden cast ... a...side her woes an' her... her.... uh..."

His red eyebrows furrow in aggravation. He seems to be stuck on a word that he can't quite understand. He throws up his hands, the book still in his grasp.

"Aggh! It's hopeless! I'm never gonna learn ta read. Lenny couldn't teach me, an' you can't either."

Sean gets this way when he can't seem to read a word. He tends to give up on reading pretty easily.

"What's the point in readin' anyway? I've gotten this far without readin' a single lick, I have!"

Sean huffed. He seemed perfectly content with never learning how to read. You, on the other hand, want to see him improve himself. You want to see him grow and flourish, no matter how many tantrums he seems to throw when you try to teach him.