LONE

WOLF

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck him

Carmen Isaiah Cabral
Nine years old
Reason for admission:
Bereavement
Hyperactive inattentive subtype ADHD
Prone to meltdowns, concluding in the harming of himself or others
Observance Notes:
Overall a good student, yet Isaiah continues to display typical symptoms of grief. He has provoked physical altercations with the senior faculty, and other students. More work is still to be done on the path to reformation, but I believe it can be done. It can be noted that he has shown an interest in another student, La

The page is torn, cutting off the rest of the file. "Pshh, I didn't do none of that." Isaiah throws the folder across the room, knocking a vase off of a table. He takes off his hat, and places it over his head, cartoon cowboy style. He, Aasim and Louis found the outback hat whilst they were out hunting two years ago, and he hasn't taken it off since. Sitting on the floor, leaning against the uncomfortable bookshelf with his hat over his face, he slowly begins to drift off.

"For Gods sake, Isaiah." Marlon's unmistakable voice rang out in his ears. He was disoriented, sweaty and had no clue where or when he was. "I asked you to board up these windows six hours ago, the hell have you been doing?" "Shit, I totally forgot." He groans, rubbing his eye and putting his hat back on his head. "You've seriously just been sleeping in here like a cartoon sheriff for six goddamn hours?" "Sorry, Marlon. I'll get it done." He sighs. "I get you have your thing that makes doing stuff difficult, but this can't keep happening. You know that more than anyone." Isaiah nods slowly. "I know."

He promised to get it done. But he didn't get it done. He never does what he's asked.

"Boom, suck on that, princess." Isaiah slams a pathetically skinny and small rabbit on the bench in front of Marlon, a couple hours later. "Don't say I don't treat you." Marlon and Louis look at the rabbit. "Maybe that arrow did get your brain a little, 'cus what the fuck is this?" Marlon says, laughing slightly at the situation. "Okay, it's okay. Worst case scenario: we eat Lamar." Louis says. "Hey, why do I have to get eaten?" Lamar asks, offended. "Probably 'cus your the fattest." Isaiah smiles. "Okay first of all-" Lamar starts, only to be interrupted with a mocking and overly expressive 'first of all' impression of him by the three other boys. "FIRST of all, I'm not the fattest, and secondly, eating the fattest person would just be...fat. No meat. You'd be better off eating Isaiah. He's fairly built." Lamar protests, smiling lightly. "Naw, cus then it'd be all rubbery and tough. Even Omar can't save that flavour." Isaiah replies, nodding at Omar, who gives a distant, "Yup." Whilst stirring the large bowl of stew.

This was the average night for Ericson's. It was nice.

mar Everett. It seems that he's easier to reach when Lamar is there. He pays more attention, is generally more behaved.