 Who Am I? Ern's 2460FUN
Kale had twisted his pink hair up in a bun as he was marched down to the makeshift classroom by the Goons. He fastened it with a spare leather shoelace and breathed in the fresh air. Outside. Gosh. Was there anything more glorious than fresh air? He’d been resigned to the Room so long now just a little taste a freedom did wonders for his spirit.
Which was still very much in tact if for nothing else but the general well-being of the people in the Room. Somebody had to put on the airs of being upbeat.
He didn’t smile at Carton. Kale barely acknowledged teachers these days beyond the occasional answer to their questions to seem involved. All of the adults had abandoned them to their fates. He didn’t care if there was some plan the students weren’t privy to happening behind the scenes. There would never be any explanation they could give that would make Kale forgive them.
His father would be ashamed of all of them.
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