Collar boy

Day 3

 My dream was the same, and so was my method for waking up. I sat up and remembered what had happened the other day, it sent a tremble down my spine, and I felt the bruises on my stomach and chest, but there was nothing I could do about it so I got ready and dressed for the day.

Once I had gotten out of the door I looked at the supervisor I had today. I was relieved to find that I now had a different supervisor today. He looked at me with suspicion and I only glanced at him.

"You're last supervisor was shown to have gone past the limits of punishment so I have been put in place of your supervisor. Please follow me to the car," he walked out of the apartment and I followed him, I could feel the uncertainty in his steps. It looked like he was new and was a bit confused by how he was supposed to treat me. This in fact happened a lot and I would find many supervisors who would react in many different ways. Some Of them appeared to be harsh while kind in heart, others were the complete opposite. Overall the replacement that I had received was the most common, they tried their hardest to act professional, but in reality they were always uncertain and always a bit confused.

I followed the replacement to his car which was tidy and had a faint scent of mint. I would almost be able to say that it was comforting, but there wasn't anything that I would call comforting in the life I know.

Once we had arrived to the school the supervisor opened the door for me and I stepped out. I looked back to see the supervisor opening his mouth, wanting to ask a question do I stopped. Eventually all he was able to get out was the call of my number. Every now and then I would see him open his mouth, he seemed quite curious, but he was never able to get past saying my name. Maybe he was afraid of me, to r maybe he wasn't sure if he was aloud to ask questions, I could never really be sure. When he just stood there awkwardly I began to just ignore it and I gave up on him, walking into the school.

I went to class to find the girls all in seat and the teacher at his desk taking attendance. He looked up at me and gave me a small look of concern but then went back to his computer, so I went to my seat.

"It seems that the bandages are gone, did you get better?" I once again heard the voice of Reese, it was almost turning into a daily schedule. The only problem with her talking to me was that I didn't know how I was supposed to respond, last time the supervisor was told to get me to be more interactive, hinting that I should talk more, but I also clearly remember that I wasn't supposed to talk about anything. Quickly I thought through these two things and came up with a good solution, I would have to respond, but I would have to be careful at the same time. The most efficient way to assure a safe response would be to only agree or disagree with things, allowing me to get past everything easily, there were a few questions that couldn't be answered like that, but I figured that I would deal with those later.

"Yes," I agreed with Reese's response, it wasn't really true, I had in fact gotten worse, but I just nodded and continued to look forwards.

" That's good to know, everyone was getting worried." I nodded once again, trying to keep things as brief as possible, but she only went on. " I on a side note, would you like to eat lunch with me?" I paused, I had already encountered the question that I couldn't avoid. I paused looking forward, I was stuck thinking about it, quiet, ai really didn't know how to answer the question. Luckily I never really did have to answer the question because the teacher stood up after taking attendance and allowing us to write down the EQs and discuss them, although I wasn't very sure if Reese had actually written down the EQ.

"Ok class let's get started, who would like to answer this question?" It was the start of school and I had started to get a tiny bit more familiar with the responses that I would use for some questions. Some classes went by quickly while others were interactive, and I had difficulty getting by them without interacting too much.