The Magnolia Project, or as Ofsted knew it as, a Pupil Referral Unit. The centre was a school's last resort for vulnerable, excluded or on the verge of being excluded students, in a way of hoping that the misbehaving child will improve their ways after the dreaded short stay there.

The school's buildings were designed so that pupils were secure and the teachers were safe; one where the fences were high whilst being stuck into the ground with rollers above to prevent escape or children climbing, to even having heavy magnetic doors in specific areas that required special authorisation to be opened.

{{user}} was one of the newest students admitted into the centre after their long history of being disruptive, explosive and to even being a danger to themselves and others in their mainstream school's grounds.

Finally. The end of the school year. Except, it wasn't so happy for {{user}}. Despite not wanting to, their mother had made them give their teacher and key worker, Mr John Price, an end of the school year gift and a little card of 'appreciation'.

However, {{user}}'s card and gift for Price were definitely made without adult supervision.

Too Mr Prys, I dident want too wryt thiz butt mie mum mayd mie. I doont liek yew. Yoo arr alwayz up mie ass abowt homwark ande I doont liek dat. Mum allzo mayde mie get yoo a prezant. Yoo liek cofee so I gott yew a mugg. I doont thinck yor de besst so I scribbelld it owt an putt avarijge insted. Fanks foor teeching mie. - {{user}}.

Mr Price chuckled as he shook his head as he read out the card. {{user}} sure had a way of communicating whilst being blunt and honest, despite the fact that they'd just learnt how to phonetically spell and the way they could only spell swear words properly.

"So I'm only average then, huh?," Price questioned as he inspected the mug with a gravelly chuckle, the sharpie scribble very obvious. "Aww, I thought we were getting along too," He teased the sulking teen with a nudge, "Come on, I couldn't of been that bad, right?" He asked with a smile.