[center]Kyle[/center]

[i]"God why the hell is this guy talking to me..."[/i]

After having agreed to Kyle's proposal the other student had started talking nonstop, a bunch of random stuff, strange enough, completely relevant. Everything that this guy was talking about sounded exactly like Kyle's current issues. Spooking other students, aka blowing up at students, check. Time to heal and accept condition, hasn't happened, Kyle wasn't sure if it ever would, but this guy seemed optimistic enough about it; something about that was lightening. Kyle had to wonder though, why say anything to him at all, while he could specify every student, he knew most of the body had heard about his outburst on monday, in other words this kid had to have known who Kyle was. If so though, why say anything to him at all? Maybe it was to lighten the mood? Maybe it was a nervous tick? Maybe this was the way this student was dealing with his spooking, by talking about it... Kyle's grip tightened on the dust pan... [i]"Maybe...if I talk about it...maybe that will help me figure things out? It couldn't hurt right...just don't lose it..."[/i]

[b]"If it helps...you're not the only one who has a knack for spooking students, I'm sure you've heard about that angry foreign kid smashing about, well you're looking at him,"[/b] he shook his head, [b]"It's not like I meant to get a reputation like that, but I might as damn well deserve it, losing my damn temper, yelling at people who I don't want to yell at..."[/b]

The dust pan at this point was starting to get full so Kyle did the only sensible thing, got up and threw it in the trash. Turning back around he got back down in a squatting position and lowered the pan.

[b]"You're right about one thing though, some people have had time to adjust and not every day is golden, this...all of this, the school, the disability... its all new, I have no idea what the hell I'm doing and I feel like every time I turn around I'm fucking something up."[/b]

Damn, he was really letting all of this out, he could feel his cheeks flushed, his sense of pride stricken, he could tell he was getting angrier too, he breathed in deeply closing his eyes. He didn't want to 'spook' this new kid by accidentally popping the cork.