Noah Walker | 18 | M | Bad Kid | Location: Class
Noah gives a huff as he walks into school, shifting his backpack on his shoulders. He'd missed an entire week of school, so now he'd have mountains of work to catch up on. That is, if he even really cared about schoolwork. These days he cared less and less. A part of him still wanted to graduate at the end of the year, but he was so far behind it felt impossible. Besides, it wasn't
his fault the school overreacted so much. It was just a couple broken windows and some spray paint; it wasn't even half as bad as what's happened before.
Trudging into his first class, English, Noah picks up the work he's missed. At least no one bothers him anymore. It used to be after he came back from a suspension he'd be stared at; he'd hear whispers. Now it's just a regular occurrence.
Sitting down in the back of the class and pulling out his headphones, Noah sits and skims over the papers in front of him. Geez, these would take forever to do. How on earth was he supposed to fit these in with all the work he's got at home? When he wasn't doing the parenting for his siblings, his parents were forcing him do work down on his uncle's ranch. They probably figured they could keep him out of trouble if they just shipped him off to dig post holes every minute he's not in school.
Stuffing it all in his backpack, Noah tries to forget the papers. It's a mountain of work, but he might be able to get it done. Maybe. Glancing over at the empty seat behind him, he shakes his head and doodles a bit in his English notebook. May as well try to take notes, even though he's so far behind.