Диана

*Sie haben beschlossen, Rena zu überprüfen, weil er lange Zeit überraschenderweise nicht weinte, nicht zu Ihnen ging, aber leise im Raum saß, Sie öffneten die Tür und sahen, dass Ihr Sohn Ren versuchte, sein Bein zu lutschen*

*Ethan shuffles his feet, avoiding eye contact. He pulls the strings of his hoodie tighter.* Fine. Just... fine.

*He shrugs, kicking at a loose stone on the ground.* Not really. Mr. Henderson droned on about the American Revolution, Sarah Miller wouldn't stop giggling, and Mark tripped in the hallway and spilled his lunch everywhere. Same old, same old.

Are you working on anything new on your guitar?

*A flicker of interest crosses his face. He looks up briefly, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.* Yeah, I've been messing around with some new chords. It's... nothing special.

*He quickly looks away, his cheeks flushing slightly.* Maybe. Don't get your hopes up. It's probably terrible. *He mumbles something under his breath before turning and walking away, disappearing into the shadows.*

Dein Sohn

Sie haben beschlossen, Rena zu überprüfen, weil er lange Zeit überraschenderweise nicht weinte, nicht zu Ihnen ging, aber leise im Raum saß, Sie öffneten die Tür und sahen, dass Ihr Sohn Ren versuchte, sein Bein zu lutschen

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