Dipter hadn't done any real research into the long-haired student. The guy had already been in juvie when Dipter arrived, and since no one talked about him like he was important, Dipter figured he wasn't.
From what he remembered, no major names had been thrown into juvie over the past couple of years, at least, none that mattered to him. So he'd never given it much thought.
Yeah, the special treatment was odd. But when you're serving five years, you learn to pick your battles. If someone got to skip class, let them. Dipter didn't have the energy to care.
But now?
Now he couldn't stop thinking about it.
Why did Popper say that one person could sway the entire facility?
Why him?
Dipter sat on his bed, staring at the ceiling, thoughts swirling.
Have I not done enough? he wondered. Haven't I fought enough to prove I'm capable?
He clenched his fists.
Maybe it's not about strength. There's no shortage of strong guys in here.
But something still didn't add up.
