"What? Are you fucking joking? I'm 16. Why the sodding hell would I go back to school?" In England, sixteen was enough to finally be rid of all that nonsense. He had planned to enrol in long distance A-Levels and go to a good university, all while working and living in the group home, but now it seemed he was sliding back. Goodbye A-levels, hello school all over again. And American school too. With all of those stupid electives and social order. "I'm not taking any school activities. Can't I just do all of this from home?"

Homeschooling was a thing? He could do that. He had a good work ethic. "I hardly want to go to pep rallies and hang out of at the soda pop shop or whatever they do here!"

Most of his knowledge was, admittedly, from Grease and various sitcoms.