Author's note-sorry this is rubbish, it is mainly to lead to later parts.
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Niall's pov;
I'm a quiet man. Very irish in that respect. Like to keep myself to myself. I'm my own man.
As we are all aware, life isn't simple, but when talking is a chore, your intellect is hidden and you are forced to live with diabetes, you've got to find some perks. One perk of being me is being able to look after myself, I'm generally emotionally stable, a few bumps in the road but better than most, because of my Type 1 Diabetes, people are scared that the most unlikely scenario will happen. If I'm too lazy to do mandatory gym workouts, I can claim my blood sugar has been acting up. I'm considered the child of the group so I'm believed and can easily get help even if it isn't needed.
Today, I have my last digital university lesson, four years and no-one knows. We have nothing left to learn and we are now simply being told our scores (luckily I'm permitted to use a fake name- Neil Storm)as per tradition, if we get full marks we must make a speech, mine is prepared but I doubt I will receive full marks. It is currently 2:59 and 47 seconds in the morning, 13 seconds to listen to part of Taylor swift's fearless chorus. Time to prepare, confidential papers in order, pens arranged by use. Perfect.
"Hello everyone, I will reveal everyone's scores in alphabetical order today, it is out of 100, If above 70%, you have passed. Everyone will receive a later email regarding letter grade. I will begin with Anita Jobly, 67%-fail, Cai Lane,82%-pass...
And finally, Neil Storm-100% congratulations, please make your speech."
My heart beats very quickly, blood sugar is low, I ate 3 glucose tablets and began.
"This is such an honour, I would like to not only thank everyone but congratulate you. We are currently awake at 3:44 AM to either further our education or better ourselves. What incredible willpower we have. Most don't know alot about me so let me introduce myself, I'm Neil Storm, I'm a quiet man. Very irish in that respect. Like to keep myself to myself. I'm my own man. I have a habit of not talking but I would just like to say, when you leave this call, if you passed or failed, the world and I will be proud of you. My mind may not be important to you but one day, when you listen to a song named 'Heartbreak Weather' you will understand. Thank you and goodnight."
And with I left the call, and broke down in tears, a meltdown if you will. I have always been told 'When it all melts_down, I'll be there but what if I want to be on my own'. My mind works in mysterious ways, my timed panic attack lasted exactly 3 minutes and then I heard a deadly alarm, my blood sugar on dexcom was at 2.4. As per usual, Liam runs into the room screaming "Niall!!!". I'm trained, I pretend to be asleep-approximately the Rem cycle which always tricks Liam. He enters my room and attempts to gently wake me my shaking me, lucozade in hand. I fake a slow wake, look at him with droopy eyes, take 3.5 sips of the sugary drink and grab my book since I cannot sleep for another 15-45 minutes. Liam leaves to go to his room knowing I can handle myself whilst he sleeps. 43 minutes later, my blood sugar is 7 and I peacefully fall asleep to green noise on a cd knowing I now have an advanced qualification.
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Intelligent, diabetic Niall vs the world
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