Hayden peeled off at the next intersection like she’d been pulled by a magnet toward her own class, but she still managed to do it dramatically.
“Okay,” she said, walking backward for three steps, pointing at Dayton like she was issuing a commandment. “Do not let him try to jump. Or bite. Or do, like… a tiny jailbreak.”
“I’m right here,” Mr. Rhys said, voice tight from Dayton’s palm.
Hayden’s grin went wicked. “Exactly. Proof of life.”
Dayton rolled her eyes, but her mouth twitched like she was fighting a smile. “Go,” she told Hayden. “Before you’re late.”
Hayden saluted with two fingers, spun, and disappeared into the hallway crowd like she’d never existed.
The second she was gone, it got quieter in a way Mr. Rhys didn’t like.
Not physically quieter. Roosevelt never got quieter. But the warmth that Hayden’s constant commentary brought with it evaporated. The world felt bigger. The hallway felt more predatory. Dayton’s hand was still steady, still careful, but now there was nothing buffering the reality between them.
Dayton turned toward the technology wing, and the school changed around them.
The walls went from scuffed beige to clean glass and glossy posters. The lighting brightened into something almost surgical. The air smelled different too, less cafeteria and sweat, more warm plastic, faint ozone, and that powdery-clean sanitizer smell schools used like a charm to ward off germs.
Mr. Rhys watched the signs pass overhead like billboards in a city he’d never meant to visit.
MEDIA & DESIGN
ROBOTICS CLUB
INTRO TO PYTHON
CODING LAB
Dayton’s whole face shifted when she saw the coding lab door, like her brain was switching into a different mode. Less social armor. More focus. More… her.
“This is my favorite,” she murmured, not even trying to hide it.
Mr. Rhys glanced up at her, suspicious. “Coding.”
“Yeah,” Dayton said simply, like it was obvious. “It makes sense.”
He almost said so did my life, but the words died in his throat.
Dayton pushed open the door.
The room hummed.
Fans inside computer towers, the soft whirr of air filtration, the click of mechanical keyboards. Rows of monitors glowed like aquarium tanks full of blue-white light. There were little 3D printers behind clear panels along one wall, spools of filament stacked like candy. A faint smell of heated plastic hung near them, not unpleasant, just… industrial.
Ms. Danielson looked up from her desk, her expression mid neutral teacher face.
Then her eyes dropped to Dayton’s hand.
Her expression froze for half a second.
It wasn’t dramatic. It was the kind of pause when they people trying to keep their feelings from leaking out in front of kids. Her gaze flicked over to Mr. Rhys like she couldn’t help it, like her brain was checking for injuries automatically.
Mr. Rhys recognized her immediately, and the recognition made his stomach twist. She wasn’t his friend, but she was his colleague. Same year hired. Same staff meetings. Same lunches where teachers sat together and ate like they were refueling machines.
Seeing her here, seeing her have to look down at him like he was an exhibit, made something inside him clench hard.
“Dayton,” Ms. Danielson said carefully. “Before you go to lunch, you need to stop by the office after class.”
Dayton blinked, thrown off. “After class? Why?”
Ms. Danielson’s eyes stayed on Mr. Rhys a beat too long before she dragged them back up to Dayton. “They’ll explain.”
Dayton’s mouth pressed into a line, but she nodded. “Okay.”
Ms. Danielson exhaled like she’d been holding her breath, and then, as if her professionalism cracked under the weight of seeing him like that, the words slipped out.
“You’ll be good to him, right?”
It was blunt. Too blunt. The kind of question you could practically hear in the room like a dropped pencil. A couple students turned their heads instantly, eyes sharp with interest.
Ms. Danielson knew it. The slightest flush rose in her cheeks, but she didn’t take it back.
Mr. Rhys felt heat crawl up his neck.
Dayton didn’t flinch. She didn’t smirk. She didn’t get defensive. She answered like a person who’d already decided what kind of guardian she was going to be, and now she was just carrying it out.
“Yeah,” Dayton said. “We’ll figure it out.”
Mr. Rhys heard himself speak before he meant to, like pride reached for the nearest lifeline and grabbed it.
“She hasn’t harmed me,” he said quickly. “Or… mistreated me.”
Dayton glanced down at him, eyebrow lifting like she was surprised he’d vouched for her. Then she looked back to Ms. Danielson, calm.
“I’m not going to hurt him,” Dayton added, as if she couldn’t believe that even needed saying.
Ms. Danielson’s face softened. Something like relief and grief moved across her features in the same breath. Then she blinked hard, reassembled her teacher mask, and nodded.
“Alright,” she said briskly, too briskly. “Find your seat.”
Dayton set Mr. Rhys down beside her keyboard the way you’d set down something fragile without announcing it was fragile. Her desk was the same laminate rectangle as everyone else’s, but from his height it felt like a platform. Like a stage.
The class hadn’t even fully sat down yet and he could already feel it.
The looks.
Not wide-eyed shock anymore. Not even curiosity. It was the look kids got when a story finally paid off.
Because this hadn’t started today. This had been building since sixth grade, quietly, publicly, in a way that everyone noticed, and nobody wanted to name out loud.
Mr. Rhys could hear it in the whispers that skittered between rows like paper being passed under desks.
“That’s him.”
“He used to be so on her.”
“Like, always.”
“I swear he hated her.”
“He didn’t hate her, he was just… weird.”
Weird.
He flinched at that word more than he wanted to admit.
Dayton logged in without looking around. Her fingers moved fast, calm, practiced. She didn’t feed the room with a reaction. That was one of her talents. She could starve attention until it died.
But Mr. Rhys couldn’t ignore the way the room’s attention kept dragging back to him like a magnet.
A kid two seats over leaned toward his friend, whispering with the careful excitement of someone describing a live animal. “Bro he used to call on her every day. Every day. Like he was trying to catch her slipping.”
His friend whispered back, “Yeah because she’d always have the answer and it made him mad.”
Mr. Rhys’s jaw tightened.
That wasn’t fair. That wasn’t accurate.
And it was also… close enough to sting.
Because he had called on her. He had called on her constantly. Not because she was bad, but because she was capable, because she was sharp, because she had that stubborn glint that dared adults to underestimate her.
He’d told himself it was teaching. A strategy. Challenge the student who could handle it. Push her. Make her stronger.
But in practice it had looked like this:
Dayton raising her hand and being ignored until he decided to put her on the spot anyway.
Dayton staring at her notebook, jaw tight, when he said, “Dayton. Let’s hear it.”
Not “Ms. Harris.” Not “would you like to share.” Always “Dayton,” never wanting her to appear or think that she was anything more than the bare minimum.
And the questions he asked her were never the warm up questions.
They were questions with teeth.
The ones that require you to interpret the quote, connect it to theme, then justify why your interpretation mattered. The ones that took three steps of thinking instead of one. The ones he pretended were neutral, but he rarely aimed at anyone else unless they’d forced his hand.
He hadn’t graded her unfairly. That was the maddening part.
He’d graded her precisely.
He followed the rubric like it was a holy document. Every missing comma. Every half point. Every place where she did something good but didn’t do it exactly the way the standard asked.
And with other kids, he was… softer.
Not wildly. Not corruptly. Just human.
A sentence fragment here. A generous interpretation there. A “good effort” note that smoothed over a rough edge.
He’d told himself it was differentiation. He’d told himself some kids needed encouragement more than correction.
He’d told himself Dayton didn’t need the extra cushioning.
Dayton’s screen filled with lines of code. Her eyes narrowed, focused. She didn’t look like a kid in trouble. She looked like a kid doing what she loved.
Meanwhile, two rows back, a girl whispered, “Remember when Hannah tried to say something for Dayton and he turned it into a whole lecture?”
A boy snickered quietly. “He was like, ‘Since you’re so passionate, Ms. Meriweather, you can explain theme to the class.’”
“Bro,” someone whispered, “and he did the same thing to Hayden once. She made a joke, and he was like, ‘Oh? You want to be the teacher? Go ahead.’”
Mr. Rhys felt his face heat.
He remembered those moments too.
Hannah speaking up, polite but firm, trying to take pressure off Dayton. Saying something simple, like, “I think she meant…”
And he’d pivoted instantly. Smooth. Controlled. Weaponized professionalism.
“Well, since you’re offering interpretation, Hannah, you can walk us through it.”
He’d made her stand. He’d made her talk. He’d corrected her in front of everyone, not cruelly, not yelling, just with that precise, disassembling tone teachers used when they were “teaching” but actually making a point.
He’d done it to Hayden too. Hayden had tossed out a sarcastic comment to lighten the mood when Dayton was getting grilled, and he’d snapped onto her like a spotlight.
“Hayden. Since you have commentary, you can answer the question.”
And Nicole. Quiet Nicole, who had tried once, just once, to redirect.
“Nicole,” he’d said, too calm. “What does that add to the analysis?”
He’d pulled them into it until they learned the lesson everyone learned at Roosevelt. Don’t volunteer to be his next example.
And the rest of the class had watched, silent, because nobody wanted the beam of his attention to swing their way.
They’d let Dayton take the heat because Dayton could take it.
And because, selfishly, it meant they didn’t have to.
Mr. Rhys stood beside Dayton’s keyboard, listening to kids re-tell his teaching choices like they were gossip, and something cold settled in him.
He hadn’t been unfair.
He’d been rigid.
And rigidity, when it’s applied to one kid over and over while everyone else gets softness, starts to look like punishment even if you never call it that.
Dayton’s fingers paused. She glanced down at him like she’d felt the shift in his body. Her expression was unreadable, but her voice, when she spoke, was quiet.
“You hearing them?” she asked.
Mr. Rhys swallowed.
He wanted to deny it. He wanted to say kids exaggerated. He wanted to say they didn’t understand teaching.
But the problem was, they did understand one thing perfectly.
Pattern.
“I…” he started, then stopped, because he didn’t know which lie would hurt less.
Dayton’s eyes went back to the screen. “Yeah,” she said, like she’d already decided he wouldn’t admit it. “They saw.”
Her tone wasn’t triumphant. It wasn’t petty. It was almost… tired.
Like she’d been carrying that story around for years while he pretended it wasn’t a story at all.
The whispers continued anyway, a low hum underneath the clack of keys.
“He was always on her.”
“She always got the hardest questions.”
“Everyone knew.”
“No one said anything.”
“Because he’d just pick you next.”
Mr. Rhys stared at Dayton’s hands on the keyboard. At how steady they were. At how normal she looked in her favorite class, even with him beside her.
And the realization sharpened into something he couldn’t dodge anymore.
This wasn’t just the humiliation of being small.
It was the humiliation of being seen clearly.
Not by adults. Not by paperwork.
By the kids who’d watched him, day after day, choose Dayton Harris as his standard of precision while everyone else got the mercy of his flexibility.
And now those same kids were watching her type code while he stood by her computer like a trophy nobody had asked for, but everybody understood.
The bell hadn’t rung yet.
They weren’t even near the office part.
But already, in the quiet electronic hum of the coding lab, Mr. Rhys could feel his old authority dissolving into the new shape of his life.
Dayton didn’t need to say “statement.”
The room was saying it for her.
Thirty minutes later when the bell finally rang, the relief that moved through, the class felt physical. Chairs scraped back. Kids stood too fast. Voices rose.
Dayton scooped Mr. Rhys into her palm before anyone could get bold or curious. Her fingers curled around him loosely, a living guardrail.
“Office,” she said under her breath.
Mr. Rhys felt his stomach tighten. “Why.”
Dayton didn’t answer because she didn’t know, and she hated that.
They walked out into the hall again, and this time the whispers followed them. Phones lifted. A couple kids pretended to adjust their backpacks while filming. Dayton’s expression hardened, her shoulders squaring.
Mr. Rhys felt the heat of her irritation like it was radiating through her skin.
He also felt something colder.
This was what it meant now. To be seen like this. To exist in public as a “little,” in a place where everyone knew your old job.
Dayton moved faster as the office came into view.
The front counter was busy with the usual school stuff, but there was an extra layer to the atmosphere now, like a film of tension over everything. SEA personnel stood near the walls in dark uniforms, their posture too straight, their eyes scanning too calmly. The presence of them made even the most annoying office chatter sound quieter.
Dayton stepped up to the counter.
“I was asked to stop by,” she said to Mrs. Crawstad.
Mrs. Crawstad looked up, saw Dayton, then saw Mr. Rhys, and her smile changed. It became that careful smile adults used when something was sad but paperwork still needed to happen.
“Ah, yes, Dayton. Thank you for coming,” she said. “We have the belongings of Ezra Harris all ready to go.”
Mr. Rhys’s head snapped up so fast he nearly lost his balance in Dayton’s hand.
“We have the belongings of who,” he said sharply.
Mrs. Crawstad reached down under the counter, sliding a shallow tray forward.
On it sat a phone, a couple photographs, and a small stack of clothing that made Mr. Rhys’s throat go tight.
Tiny ties. Tiny button-downs. Miniature slacks.
The kind of outfits a teacher whore so they could look “presentable.” So they could be displayed without offending anyone’s sense of normal.
There was also a small tablet, scaled for his new hands.
His life. Reduced to a tray.
“I believe you are mistaken,” Mr. Rhys said, voice clipped. “It’s Ezra Rhys, Mrs. Crawstad.”
Mrs. Crawstad’s expression faltered, then steadied. Her eyes flicked briefly toward the SEA staff in the corner, as if checking she was allowed to say what she was about to say.
“I’m afraid not,” she said.
Mr. Rhys felt his pulse spike. “Excuse me?”
“The SEA transfer documents state that you are Ezra Harris,” Mrs. Crawstad continued, tone brisk now, like she was reading from a script. “Agent Flaunders processed everything personally. That is your legal government name now.”
Dayton’s jaw tightened at the name. Not surprise, exactly. More like a flare of irritation.
“We were all told it’s normal procedure in these cases,” Mrs. Crawstad said. “Dayton didn’t request any name changes or anything. So, you were able to keep your first name.”
Mr. Rhys stared at Dayton, a thin panic rising. “Dayton.”
Dayton looked back at him, steady. “I didn’t do that.”
Mrs. Crawstad nodded like she believed her. “Correct. It’s automatic alignment.”
Mr. Rhys’s stomach dropped.
“But you are now legally Ezra Harris,” Mrs. Crawstad finished. “Aligned with your guardian.”
Aligned.
It was such a neat word for something so violent.
Mr. Rhys’s mouth opened. Nothing came out at first, like his brain had to catch up to what had been done to him.
His name. His identity. Folded into hers like paperwork merging two files.
He looked down at the tiny ties on the tray, at the phone, at the photos, at the tablet.
Then he looked up at Dayton Harris, thirteen years old, holding him in her palm while SEA staff watched from the wall like this was just procedure.
The realization he’d been fighting all day settled deeper, heavier.
This wasn’t changing.
Not because Dayton was cruel.
Not because he didn’t deserve better.
Because the world had already decided what he was now, and the ink was dry.
Dayton’s fingers curled slightly around him, not to trap him, but to steady him as the ground shifted under his mind.
“We’ll figure it out,” she said again, quieter this time.
Mr. Rhys stared at the tray of his life and felt the last stubborn thread of denial inside him stretch thin.
Cool, now i have real motivation to get used to calling him Ezra lol Ms. Danielson and Ezra clearly had a thing, which must really suck now. I wonder if they had ever talked about her doing guardian training and what not or what their future was going to be like before Dayton reported everything. It’d make things way more sad if that was the case.
Ezra’s very similar to a teacher I had in high school, funny enough taught the same subject haha but i liked that teacher a lot, and in hindsight i think it made me better at writing in a more formal style. Only difference is that he spread out his teaching style vs Ezra going soft with some students. So yeah I think Ezra owes Dayton an explanation, especially if you consider what the other students would be saying about him and Dayton’s interactions in class before all this happened.
It does justify his current name being used.
I’ve had a few Ezra style teachers but like you it was across the board not targeted.
However It wanted to create some imperfections in his execution that he didn’t consider.
Wow, the name change was automatic in Mr. Rhys’ case here, but I guess it does fit the Smallara universe. Still, it has to sting for him.
what’s crazy is i think Dayton probably would have told him about it in a bit of a more understanding tone. These past few chapters don’t undo my current dislike for her as a guardian but they definitely move the needle a bit. She’s probably more annoyed that it happened this way than him. Like it’s another unexpected consequence of her filing to not control how stuff like that is disclosed
She would have told him in a better way. As procedurally she knew but she was waiting till they were in private and the dust had settled a bit.
As she didn’t choose a name on purpose . She wanted to give him that dignity. She didn’t think it would be brought up like this.
That’s why it reads you see a flash of irritation.
That makes sense. Dayton’s handling this in a much better way than I expected. I’m guessing 60% the SEA hammer that dropped on the school and 40% the talks\promise to Nicole and Kinsley are the reasons, but either way, it’s a positive.
I agree that Dayton would have told him about the name change, but I guess we’ll never know now.
he is going to have a fit like a baby about everything he already knows is coming. I am sure he read what his life was going to be like 100 times while still teaching. He needs to suck it up because thousands of littles have it worse then him.
I think that’s easier said than done. like people that enlist in the military know whats coming and still have visceral reactions. If it wasn’t a massive traumatic change in his life he probably would be more receptive. After all he was under the assumption the district did everything right and probably thought he’d at least have more say in who his guardian would be and what his life could look like because of it, so I think he’s having a valid reaction to things now that all of that had been shattered in less than a few hours.
Procedurally it makes sense with what they are doing and how littles are viewed.
He is less than thrilled
True, I guess I just got used to the Guardian naming the little that I was caught off guard by it.
Yeah if Dayton would renamed him teach Harris or something then that would be his name but she chose not to name him.
Am I mistaken or did Mrs. Crawstad enjoy informing Ezra about his name change?
A) I am going to call him little Harris because he is such a sad person. No friends, no girlfriends, picked on his students. Little Harris being a little in the hand of one of his picked on students is very much Karma.
B) His ego will not let him have a enjoyable life as a little. He is like a much worse version of Jordan. Not being social with his co workers or anyone. Looks like Dayton is going to have to interduce her little to what a social life is like lol.
C) I see Dayton having to break him in because he is still talking while humans are talking. I was under the impression that was bad lol.
D) I’m making my videos of what he should be doing to get on his giants good side lol.
just to play a little devils advocate:
A) We don’t really know if he was a loaner or not. It almost seemed like the ones that got fired could have been his friends that stuck their necks out to keep him around. and Ms. Danielson’s reaction makes me think they had something going on outside of the school. I don’t think you’re wrong on him singling out Dayton, but idk if he really picked on students before all of this, especially since his student teacher\transporter observed him and thought his teaching style seemed to work better than her own. He may have just been harder on Dayton or the students he thought were on the higher end of scholastics that didn’t need to be coddled by him
B) I think I responded to both A and B in my A haha
c) lol i think Cindy and Madison would say its bad. This version of Dayton might think differently now. granted, it’s rude to interrupt people regardless
A ) Asuka did confirm that Dayton was the only student he singled out like this, his other classes had no such bias, which could have been what Cassie was referring to when she complimented his teaching.
C) It is rude to interrupt people in general, but Dayton idolises Mal and interrupting people is a major part of Mal’s personality.
C) I think that depends on the Guardian. Sara would not have a problem with that, but any one that subscribes to the Cindy Wessen school of thought would come down hard on that behavior.
C) Sara does have problems with it, telling Jordan to be “seen and not heard” and silencing him on mutiple occasions.
C) Seen adn not heard is something parents in america often tell there kids. Its not a abnormal or unsual statement even if its not as common globally. Obviously not every family in america said it but many did.
To be fair Jordan can run his mouth and not keep things quiet that should be left unsaid. I will say he doesnt do it purposefully but he has loose lips at times.
A) He’s definitely a bit of a loser, he is suffering for his misdeeds here, karma is a good word. But he’s not the only name that should be on karma’s list.
B) His ego and Dayton’s ego are gonna cause him trouble, especially when they clash, I wouldn’t call him a version of Jordan at all. We don’t know if he was unsocial with them, evidence suggests he was at least social enough for Miss Danielson to feel bad for him, and want to make sure Dayton won’t abuse him. He possibly had less socialisation once reduced but that’s normal for Littles
C) Talking while humans are talking is only as bad as the guardian is an asshole, Kelli frequently talks when Kayla talks and Kayla isn’t a cunt about it, Mia on the other hand is way to cunty to not have an issue with Bryce talking over her.
D) looking forward to ‘em
a) I wouldnt say he has no friends. He’s not sara reeves who is a extrovert very social person. But he had friends.
He didn’t have a girlfriend but he also wasnt specifially lookign either. He was just living his life like alot of us. He foudn a groove that worked for him.
The rest I get he did pick on dayton.
b) We dont know if he will accept being a litle.
C) I don tknow about break him in. But he is her little.
d)) nice
1) “This is my favorite,” – “Coding.” Sara liked coding too, Dayton does seem to be becoming a lot like her.
2) “He almost said so did my life, but the words died in his throat” That sas would have been funny, but Dayton’s retort would’ve been the list of laws he broke.
3) “Seeing her here, seeing her have to look down at him like he was an exhibit, made something inside him clench hard.” he’ll have a bit of that to get used to
4) “They’ll explain.” they? So not Miss Danialson
5) “You’ll be good to him, right?” As much as he was a dick, it’s nice seeing someone concerned for him.
6) “Yeah, We’ll figure it out.” Dayton like all guardians will be what she decides is “good enough” which might not match Ezra’s definition or Danielson’s
7) “She hasn’t harmed me, or… mistreated me.” yet
8) “Dayton glanced down at him, eyebrow lifting like she was surprised he’d vouched for her” I certainly was
9) ““I’m not going to hurt him,” Dayton added, as if she couldn’t believe that even needed saying.” It is a low bar, but one you keep defaulting to.
10) “He used to be so on her.” – “Like, always.” – “I swear he hated her.” but why?
11) “Bro he used to call on her every day. Every day. Like he was trying to catch her slipping.” consequences for actions
12) “because she had that stubborn glint that dared adults to underestimate her” …
“He’d told himself it was differentiation. He’d told himself some kids needed encouragement more than correction. He’d told himself Dayton didn’t need the extra cushioning.” THis’s why he was extra harsh on her?
13) “he’d pivoted instantly. Smooth. Controlled. Weaponized professionalism.” He’s gonna be getting that from Dayton pretty soon
14) “Mr. Rhys stood beside Dayton’s keyboard, listening to kids re-tell his teaching choices like they were gossip, and something cold settled in him.” It’s interesting to see how other students viewed his actions
15) “And rigidity, when it’s applied to one kid over and over while everyone else gets softness, starts to look like punishment even if you never call it that.” THat’s actually how I describe what happened to Mr Rhys, most teachers inserted their political views into their lessons, and play favourites with their students, but only he got punished for it.
16) “You hearing them?” Don’t you rub it in, you’re not better than him.
17) “Like she’d been carrying that story around for years while he pretended it wasn’t a story at all” Definitely a common topic in this world, though normally it’s Littles feeling that way about their guardians, not students and teachers.
18) “We have the belongings of Ezra Harris all ready to go.” Ezra Harris, ouch
19) “Tiny ties. Tiny button-downs. Miniature slacks.” adorable
20) “The SEA transfer documents state that you are Ezra Harris, Agent Flaunders processed everything personally. That is your legal government name now.” I knew it
21) “I didn’t do that.” of course she didn’s, she hates him, she doesn’t want him to be a Harris
22) “The realization he’d been fighting all day settled deeper, heavier. This wasn’t changing. Not because Dayton was cruel. Not because he didn’t deserve better. Because the world had already decided what he was now, and the ink was dry.” Reality and law are often cruel
23) “We’ll figure it out,” Why do I feel like that means DAyton will figure it out and Ezra will live with her decision?
1) Well she does look up to sara however she also does thing Sara woudl never. Iike sports.
2) probably wise to take yesterdays advice and remember you are in daytons hand.
3) He will. He gets to spend the rest of his life with Dayton.
4) yup not mrs danielson.
5) Yeah, he wasnt a loner. He didnt have as many friends as Sara or Dayton. But that doesnt mean he is a leper either.
6) That is true.
7) It is possible the she doesnt.
8) I bet you fell out of your chair.
9)the dayton slander.
10) You know its bad when the whole school knows.
11) I feel like this is you grasping> Everyday? thats a targeted attack at that point out of a large class.
12) Thats not hte only reason but thats a big reason.
13) I could see it. Dayton isnt above that no matter how many leafs she turns over.
14) they were not fans.
15) I wouldnt say most teachers you cant really do that in america anymore. If you were talkign teaching in america 20 or 30 years ago sure. But in modern times you couldnt go into school and show a political bias. You need equal representation. Like if you wanted to put up a a barack obama picture you would need to put up a picture of someone form the other side as well.
16) She wasnt rubbing it in though. The intent was seh just wanted him to hear the honest thoughts of people about what he did. That it wasnt just her saying she was being singled and treated unfiarly it was everyone. It wasnt just her having a problem with him it was everyone. But she was the one who spoke out. She actually did something when the others were to scared and to worreid about themselves.
Thats why the student body doesnt fuck with dayton. Thats why they get out of the way as they know she will do the things people think they shuold do but find an excuse not to do them.
17) Well in some ways you could say dayton was the one being oppressed by the little. I get it Mr. Rhys had things done to him that were also not great. But Dayton isn’t thevillian in all this.
18) Yup I feel like right here you think this is daytons doing.
19) Atleast they are letting him keep this stuff.
20) yup, flaunders made sure every procedure was followed.
21) Well, she also didnt want to strip him of his name. So she didnt file for a change. She couldnt outright oppose it because its the law. but could file with no name change and let what happens happen.
22) Yup in fiction and real life.
23) Its a very open statement. If i was ezra i would hope for hte best and expect the worst But that is my position in life as well.
5) It’s reassuring.
7) It’s also probable she will.
8) almost
11) I meant them talking about him like that is consequence for his actions.
12) What’re the other reasons?
13) Turned over leaves, but still the same tree.
15) Perhaps it’s a result of my Australian up brining, as the teacher’s were like that when I was in school (I’m pretty sure our drama teacher had us make propaganda), this push for education to be politically neutral is far newer than my education, especially here.
Though it also depends on the politics, a teacher putting a pride flag on the wall isn’t less political than someone putting a religious flag on the wall, but only one will be made to take it down.
16) I could see that interpretation, it still feels like she’s saying “they sided with me, not you” which I suspect will happen a lot with Dayton’s friends. But that does show why Dayton lives her life like she doesn’t know consequences.
17) That was my point yeah, but Dayton isn’t a hero either, she’s like Kratos in the first GoW games, not a hero, just the villain who won.
18) No, if she was going to do that his collar would say Harris, not Rhys
23) Isn’t the saying Hope for the best, prepare for the worst? Not that Ezra can prepare for much
I video of the lady showing her wanting to have fun with little Harris lol
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1V_baM6_S4OGbpNpF0JKDQGiqWvaQjXGn/view?usp=drivesdk