Jerry
Walking along the fenceline picking out trash from the hedges was the illusive Vance. He was dressed in his dark gray janitor outfit with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. There was no doubt that he is mentally complaining about the trashy kids on the schoolground. Many of which had the nerve to hide empty bottles, snack bags and fruit peelings inside the branches of the hedges.

His pointed ear flickered with an aggravated twitch when he discovered a rain soaked shirt bunched up inside the hedge. Grudgingly removing it, Vance shoved it inside the garbage bag.
Sylvia
Vance would probably hear the muffled sobbing coming from one of the hedges. Hiding in the small space between the natural wall of green, and the fences, was Frankie. Covering her mouth with both her hands and trying hard to keep as small as possible, she was laying on her side, disheveled hair completely covering her face. 

Of course, this was a little bit after parting ways with Mél. She didn't want to feel so exhausted as the tiny trek into the facility had made her, so she figured that being a conversation partner would be even more tiring. So she sort of... Snuck away? 

She felt stupid. Using text to speech on her phone, she was listening to the last few texts her grandma had sent as a way to calm down. But.. It didn't really help.
Jerry
Vance's hand paused mid-ways from picking up an empty red Dorito Bag when he heard sobbing nearby. Without turning his head, his deep blue eyes flickered over to the direction to see someone's shoes.

He put the trash into the black bag before leaning it against the hedge. It unnerves him a little hearing a young, crying voice coming from the hedge. Walking lightly towards the weeping, his shadow loomed over the small figure curled up between the bushes.

"Che ci fai qui a piangere?" He asked, making sure to give the other some space. "What's the matter?" His voice was deep and it sounded tired.
Sylvia
"I don't wanna be here," She said firmly, her sniffling slowly subsiding. 

"Gravy and Corn aren't scary... I'm not scary either. But they said I had to come here or else Mama would get in trouble." 

Staring up at the tall figure that loomed over her, her eyes were saucers, and she looked like she was trying her hardest to keep a brave face on.

Her lip quivered, and then a rambling shout escaped her like a kettle losing steam.

"Then my phone started to talk to me, and, and, the other people here are probably making fun of me because I'm no good at spelling and they think Im dumb!"
Jerry
He listened intently while the girl babbled on. There was an understanding that he knows that is not easy starting out as a preteen. Unlike her, his mentality was more matured due to the strict life he was pressed under. 

"Me too, kid..." Vance said, lowering himself to try to appear less towering. "You have to deal with it until you graduate. You and your friends have unnatural powers that need training." 

He's trying very, very, very hard to not sound complex for her to perceive his vocabulary foreign. When she had her outburst, Vance didn't flinch but kept his cool listening to her ramblings.

"Okay... Are you talking about the intranet?" He said, his eyebrows furrowing together. "It's a chat room that you have on your phone, right?" 

His expression now looks more serious when he begins to piece the dots together. "Look... I don't use it because many students there are mean. They're just a waste of time and there are better things to do" 

And he begins to step back as he stands up when his back starts to hurt. "If you're so concerned about your spelling and grammar, go take it up with the teacher... You're like maybe ten or thirteen? There's still a lot of time to improve."
Sylvia
Frankie's expression soured at the mention of "Teacher." Furrowing a brow, she thought about it for a moment. The people here, maybe they were better than the ones she had met at her own school. 

"They thought I attacked the PTA'S daughter for fun. She does shoving circles. So I shoved back. Corn just scared them, his teeth aint so sharp... Maybe."

Frankie brushed herself off and came out from her tiny hiding spot, clutching her arm with the other nervously. 

"I'm fourteen, but they say I need lots of help because I run and ditch class," She admits with a small smile.

"Mama told me education isn't that important, but we aren't in our villa anymore..."
Jerry
"So you were being bullied and you defended yourself?" Vance said, removing the black rubber gloves from his hands. "And you got caught using your powers in public?" Vance checks his watch to see that he had reached at the end of his shift. "You do know why magical people hide their powers? It's so they don't end up in places like this. So they don't get used by villains that want to use you."

He walks over to the garbage bag where he disposes of his gloves before tying it into a knot. "As for what your mom said... She's kind of wrong. It's part of your survival if you want to thrive in this world... But I guess you do what you want."

He picks up the trash bag. "If you start crying again when someone says or thinks your dumb, then maybe you really should practice your education. There are a lot of kids here who skip a lot of classes and bully others."

And Vance begins to walk away to go dispose of the bag into the trash bin. Its going to be quite a walk from the fenceline.