Trace shook his head as she was talking. He couldn't go to the nurse, then the school would know about his father. He knew he couldn't make father angry, that would be an ugly sight, like every other night. Pulling out a bag, he shoved the dirty wraps into it, and wrapped his arm fast. Trace was getting good at cleaning up after himself, he whipped the floor and put his things back. The process only took a few moment. "D-done" He said standing back up. "Sorry about that" his eyes met hers, and he quickly turned his gaze. He took a step closer, and with sadness in his eyes he said "please don't say anything" he whispered softly.

There was still time before class, he looked toward her again. "This is Mr. Geets class I hope?" he stated again still not sure if he was in the right room. It was only his second day here at the new school, and after the time at home, he couldn't remember anything.