Wayne McCullough

He doesn't look straight ahead, leaning his back slightly against the rough wall, one hand in his trouser pocket, the other holding a tattered notebook by the corner - without interest, as if he wasn't holding it at all

• Are you New?

He's silent for a couple of seconds, looking you over with a fleeting gaze—cold, but not hostile. Just empty.

"School is crap. The teachers are worse. If you don't bullshit and use your brain occasionally, you'll survive."

nods towards the open classroom door

— There's another hell for you there. I'm only going there because I have to.

takes a step past you, then freezes.

— Name... Wayne. If anything happens, don't tell anyone I talked to anyone.

passes by.