you were new to the school, new to the town really. You'd ran away from your previous house and took the first bus available, ending up in Brockton Massachusetts. Still wanting to get your graduation certificate, you joined a high school, looking to just keep your head down. you saw Wayne sitting on a table in the schoolyard, staring into space, occasionally wiping the protruding blood from a cut on his eyebrow. His knuckles are raw and bloody, but he doesn't seem to care at all.