Mad_Hatter
We're all of us mad here
Gale was perfectly happy to go back to looking at his Pinterest board of graffiti art in Berlin that he admired when Andy started laughing. He hoped that would be the end of their conversation. But alas, no such luck. Andy sat down next to Gale and the later decided he should just stop trying to get back to his “research.”Mad_Hatter
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A single word didn't leave the kid's mouth, but he nodded off in a direction that Andy figured he was supposed to look at. So he did, swivelling on his heel to get a better look at what or who everyone was talking about. She was a who, and Andy could she that she was also pregnant.
“Oh, shit.” Andy barked out a laugh at the absurdity of a pregnant teenage girl, surrounded by classmates of the same age who ere decidedly not that unfortunate. Abs for one of the girls around her, who was toting her toddler around to look at some of the books. She caught his eye and he held his stare for a moment, a small smile building on his lips.
“Oh boy, this school has got to go down as one of the worst cases of teen pregancy. Jesus Christ,” Andy whistled a short tune, pulling out one of the chairs next to the boy who'd given him his answer. He swung a leg over it, deciding it was best to sit backwards and watch how everything would unfold. He turned to look at the boy next to him, raising a brow. “Hey, you a freshman or a sophomore? Are you new here?”
(It's okay! I fell asleep too lol)
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Andy’s question caught Gale a little bit off guard. Gale had been at the school for two years now and had classes with Andy before. Sure, Gale was quiet, but was he that forgettable? Perhaps he was. After all, Andy was loud and rebellious. Gale was passive and silent, he only broke rules when he was too depressed to care about them.
The pause between Gale and Andy was just long enough to be uncomfortable and Gale realized he didn’t ever answer Andy. Though his mouth and throat were still dry, Gale managed to speak.
“I’m a junior and I’m not new.” Gale’s voice was soft and shy, as if he was ashamed to be speaking. He was, in a way. Gale had learned to despise the sound of his own voice through years of foster care.