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They were two years apart in the early years of secondary school and they didn’t know each other back then.
Then, one day, MaxChaos wasn’t there anymore.
When he was actually in school he didn’t really focus on studying much, he was labelled a day dreamer, and he was forever trying to work out ruses for not being there. It was inevitable, that eventually, he would just stop showing up.
Conversely, HayWire was always there, in body, if not in mind.
HayWire seemed to be a different type of day dreamer. Sometimes he would be completely focussed on studying, processing every word, asking probing questions, demonstrating an absolute immersion in the topic under discussion. At other times his mind was somewhere else completely, as if he was on a different planet. He was only ever interested in the things that he was interested in, and that did not include learning Welsh or Irish.
HayWire saved his spoons for the right occasions. Not wasting energy on things that he felt didn’t help him. Saving his energy and effort, for the things that he valued most. That included keeping one or two spoons to one side for his bedtime routine, to ensure that he cleaned his teeth properly, changed into pyjamas and slept in his bed, instead of in a heap on the sofa.
Even at primary school, HayWire had been struggling with certain lessons, and struggling with making friends. Many people just left him alone. Adults and children alike. Not getting involved. Suggesting, “it’s nothing to do with me”.
There was something from back then that HayWire now wants to share with MaxChaos. It would help to answer the question, the question about whether territories should have armies. It was something that had been said by one of the adults, maybe it was a teacher, maybe a support worker, or maybe even one of the visitors who had been brought in to try and help. HayWire is trying to remember the name, maybe it was DanTay?
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