Who: Ren & Magnar When: Tonight Where: By the lake What: Magnar runs into Ren by the lake.
It was late. Ren really should have been in bed. What would they do if they caught him? Call home? Oh wait, that wasn't happening. There was no one to call, unless the heads used Terry. Then again, that was the reason Ren was sitting outside after midnight on a school night. He couldn't sleep. He kept thinking of the other mutant's abilities, if he asked him, would Terry be able to talk to his mother? Would she be proud of him for finding the school? Or would she wish he had stuck around Seattle and kept himself away from all the freaks? Would she be mad he sold all their stuff? Ren didn't know. More confusing was, he didn't know if he wanted to know.
Adding to his general confusion was the fact that he really was considering leaving the school, becoming an emancipated minor and getting a GED. Ren didn't think he had much of a future, not one that needed college. He wasn't a bad student, but nothing ignited any passion in him. Animals did, but the idea of all the schooling most animal related careers needed made him sick. Plus, who wanted to shovel shit? Not him. So he'd probably waste away in some entry level position somewhere. Who needed a college degree to do that? Why should he stay around the place, feeling like a freak among freaks? He didn't fit in. He felt so lonely that it made his chest ache. His only living family didn't like him all that much and could only stand him in small doses (not that Ren was sure he liked Heath either).
Ren hated to be depressed. HE hated to be the way he was, just a ghost of a teenager, moving through his days in a blur. But the depression had been building for a long time, Mother's Day just dig the hole deeper. Ren was not too stupid or two far gone to know that his current emotional status was depressed, or that it probably was the reason why he wanted to leave the school, but he was depressed enough that he didn't particularly care about anything.
So he just sat there, lost in his circular thinking of thoughts he didn't want to think. He was so lost in it, in fact, that he didn't hear anyone approaching.