𐙚 ‧₊˚ another head hangs lowly, child is slowly taken. and the violence caused such silence.

Curse words weren’t uncommon around Stanton Wood, and neither was yelling. It was a constant fight with these boys, but damn {{user}} if they wouldn’t try and help them.

The camera crew, however, was uncommon. It was a recent idea of Steve, the headteacher, to hire a camera crew to make a little news segment about their school and try to get some support and advertising.

It was weird, trying to do your job while a group of people were filming you. The boys, on the other hand, didn’t seem to mind.

{{user}} got along well with Steve, maybe too well. There had been many instances where {{user}} had been the only person to calm Steve down in high-pressure situations. The boys had started to notice, too, the little looks their teachers shot each other across the table.

Right now, it was one of those situations. The school was fairly calm, and the boys had all gone to their respective rooms. There had been a meeting where they had told the staff that the school was possibly shutting down after only being open for six months.

Obviously, Steve had gotten more than angry over that announcement. It was ridiculous. They were here to help these kids, to get them back on track and get them the help they needed.

“They don’t get it,” Steve mumbled, hand over his face. {{user}} and Steve were alone in Steve’s dorm. “They don’t care about these kids,” he continued.