Post by Brendon Redal on Nov 16, 2024 12:12:12 GMT -7
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Normally, Brendon kept his distance from school-related things on the weekends. But, this Saturday morning, instead of spending his time camping, he and his mother had been called into the Dean's office for a meeting.
The news was aggravating at best. But, he kept his mouth shut and merely listened to the conversation between Dean Miller and his mother.
“Brendon’s behavioral issues have become a concern, Mrs. Redal.” Dean Miller sat behind her desk, her back stiff and her narrowed gaze going over the notes in her hand. She was an older woman, wearing framed square glasses and her dark gray hair pinned back into a bun. “We believe it is in his best interest to meet with Dr. Fang, the school doctor, to work with him on managing his emotions better.”
“But he hardly says a thing,” August replied with a look of complete bafflement, as though she couldn’t comprehend the relation between behavioral issues and her son. But, that wasn’t exactly unexpected, because that was the problem. She let him get away with everything, gave him every excuse in the book.
August pressed the matter further, standing up from her seat, her brows furrowed with confusion. “I don’t understand. What behavioral issues are we talking about? I’m fairly certain my boy barely utters a word in class.”
She gestured toward him, and Brendon had to admit it was the truth.
“He’s too quiet and he’s—well, shy.” She turned her attention back to the dean. “He’s a very shy child. I know that he doesn’t make friends easily, but I wouldn’t go so far to call that behavioral issues.”
Dean Miller rubbed at her forehead, clearly having a limited amount of patience this Saturday morning. “Brendon is more than encouraged to talk with Dr. Fang about his struggles making friends.” She exhaled, but put on a smile, linking her hands together on the desk. “He is encouraged to talk about anything. This isn’t meant to be a punishment, Mrs. Redal. It’s an opportunity for support and improvement to help Brendon better adjust to boarding school life.”
Brendon could see through the Dean’s lies. It had nothing to do with him adjusting to boarding school life—and everything to do with the detention teacher, Mr. Robinson, filing a formal complaint to the Dean of Students.
Maybe he’d take this opportunity to file his own complaint about a certain, infamous Kseniyev. Although, if they simply mandated students to partake in therapy sessions, he could understand why she felt untouchable.
But, he didn’t want to mull over that. Thankfully, the senior degenerate had left him alone since that incident and so there was no reason for him to continuously gripe over it.
He didn’t particularly care about having to see Panacea’s doctor. It was annoying, but he wasn’t exactly experiencing freedom as a student in a boarding school—and with his mother constantly breathing down his back.
As long as it wasn’t scheduled on his weekends, he supposed he really didn’t care. True peaceful moments were rare for him, but he had come to learn that he could find solace in nature. He liked the trails and camping far away from society, from the boarding school—his mother.
It was in moments like this, when he got to take photographs of a herd of deer, when he got to quietly observe them, that he felt glimmers of happiness in his heart. Small, tiny bursts of actual… emotion.
But, of course, he was always interrupted. A harsh sigh parted from Brendon’s nose as the next picture he took with his camera now included a passerby who also simultaneously spooked the entire herd of deer, sending them running back into the coverage of the forest.
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OOC: I got this thread idea from the plot hook: "While out in nature, Brendon is off the main path, taking some photographs of a family of deer. Another person, wanders too close and startles the animals. Feeling awkward, they apologize profusely and ask to see the photos, trying to make amends." Feel free to do whatever, though. Anything is welcome.
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Normally, Brendon kept his distance from school-related things on the weekends. But, this Saturday morning, instead of spending his time camping, he and his mother had been called into the Dean's office for a meeting.
The news was aggravating at best. But, he kept his mouth shut and merely listened to the conversation between Dean Miller and his mother.
“Brendon’s behavioral issues have become a concern, Mrs. Redal.” Dean Miller sat behind her desk, her back stiff and her narrowed gaze going over the notes in her hand. She was an older woman, wearing framed square glasses and her dark gray hair pinned back into a bun. “We believe it is in his best interest to meet with Dr. Fang, the school doctor, to work with him on managing his emotions better.”
“But he hardly says a thing,” August replied with a look of complete bafflement, as though she couldn’t comprehend the relation between behavioral issues and her son. But, that wasn’t exactly unexpected, because that was the problem. She let him get away with everything, gave him every excuse in the book.
August pressed the matter further, standing up from her seat, her brows furrowed with confusion. “I don’t understand. What behavioral issues are we talking about? I’m fairly certain my boy barely utters a word in class.”
She gestured toward him, and Brendon had to admit it was the truth.
“He’s too quiet and he’s—well, shy.” She turned her attention back to the dean. “He’s a very shy child. I know that he doesn’t make friends easily, but I wouldn’t go so far to call that behavioral issues.”
Dean Miller rubbed at her forehead, clearly having a limited amount of patience this Saturday morning. “Brendon is more than encouraged to talk with Dr. Fang about his struggles making friends.” She exhaled, but put on a smile, linking her hands together on the desk. “He is encouraged to talk about anything. This isn’t meant to be a punishment, Mrs. Redal. It’s an opportunity for support and improvement to help Brendon better adjust to boarding school life.”
Brendon could see through the Dean’s lies. It had nothing to do with him adjusting to boarding school life—and everything to do with the detention teacher, Mr. Robinson, filing a formal complaint to the Dean of Students.
Maybe he’d take this opportunity to file his own complaint about a certain, infamous Kseniyev. Although, if they simply mandated students to partake in therapy sessions, he could understand why she felt untouchable.
But, he didn’t want to mull over that. Thankfully, the senior degenerate had left him alone since that incident and so there was no reason for him to continuously gripe over it.
He didn’t particularly care about having to see Panacea’s doctor. It was annoying, but he wasn’t exactly experiencing freedom as a student in a boarding school—and with his mother constantly breathing down his back.
As long as it wasn’t scheduled on his weekends, he supposed he really didn’t care. True peaceful moments were rare for him, but he had come to learn that he could find solace in nature. He liked the trails and camping far away from society, from the boarding school—his mother.
It was in moments like this, when he got to take photographs of a herd of deer, when he got to quietly observe them, that he felt glimmers of happiness in his heart. Small, tiny bursts of actual… emotion.
But, of course, he was always interrupted. A harsh sigh parted from Brendon’s nose as the next picture he took with his camera now included a passerby who also simultaneously spooked the entire herd of deer, sending them running back into the coverage of the forest.
⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ ⠂⠄⠄⠂☆
OOC: I got this thread idea from the plot hook: "While out in nature, Brendon is off the main path, taking some photographs of a family of deer. Another person, wanders too close and startles the animals. Feeling awkward, they apologize profusely and ask to see the photos, trying to make amends." Feel free to do whatever, though. Anything is welcome.
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They are so cute
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