“You maybe wanna go sit outside or something?” He asked. “Like in the courtyard?”
The courtyard was off limits during lunch and recess...I felt his inner rebel coming out to play. Not wanting to let him down or seem like a loser that always played by the rules, I agreed.
“Uh yeah sure.”
As we walked he talked of his old school, Dalton Boys Grammar. He went to an all boys school with extremley strict staff and insanely smart students. I had heard of it here and there.
He never brought up being expelled until we sat down and continued the conversation.
“I was kicked out for doing drugs.” He said plainly.
“Oh no way.” I said acting like I didn’t care and didn’t know that he had been expelled.
“Yeah, I was pretty into all that stuff back then, but I’ve turned a new leaf and I think this school is really going to help me with all that. I don’t want to be known as the ‘crackhead’ anymore. You know?”