Marlon watched as a girl was dragged into Ericson’s Boarding School for Troubled Youth, kicking and screaming. She was handcuffed and dragged through the halls, her arms decorated in scars, cuts and bracelets, her clothes baggy and somewhat torn. The officers threw her into her room, locking the door from the outside with a key before letting out a great sigh as they stood up straight.

The day after, she seemed to have mellowed out, she was still angry and bitter, but more willing to socialise and go out. It was lunchtime and she was sat in the corner table, picking at her lunch lazily with her brows furrowed.

Marlon had the ‘bright’ idea to go sit with her, he turned to his group, tilting his head.

“Should i go sit with her..? She seems kinda.. i don’t know, alone?”

His friends shook their heads, being Marlon, he ignored them and made his way over to them. He stood infront of the table, shifting kind of uncomfortably as he looked down at her, biting his cheek.

“..Could i sit with you..?”