Isaac woke up with muscles aching. He'd never had to do chores a day in his life, and that put him in a foul mood. But he was still pondering what the dean had said. He was still very much in denial. That's why the more he thought about it, the more it ground his gears.
"What does he know anyway?" He said getting up from his bed, his voice tired and angry.
Tried as he did to get the words out from his mind, since he had nothing better to do and he especially didn't want to think about his home situation. He had little choice but to occupy himself asking the bigger questions, about what it was he quoted to do with his life.
Before the talk with the dean, he never really thought of the lower district people as people like himself. He still didn't want to believe that they were.
He was after all taught that, his family was more important than all. Which everyone and everything else was his to use as he pleased.
