"Look at you! You are not studying!" yelled Prometheus' grandfather speaking in a thick Ilocano accent. "Meanwhile, your valedictorian in class is a woman! You should be the valedictorian! I was one when I was younger! You are just playing on your laptop."
A younger Prometheus shouts. "FOR THE LAST TIME!!! I'M NOT PLAYING!!! I'M WRITING A STORY!!!"
"That is completely unimportant!"
Prometheus just ignores him and continues writing.
Meanwhile, his younger brother happily plays a video game on his iPhone.
"Why does he get to play and I don't?" asked Prometheus.
"Your brother has special needs," said his mother.
"So do I!" yelled Prometheus.
"Yeah. But you're the older brother. You should be able to think better at this age," said his father.
"I'm 12..." said Prometheus, with an annoyed tone of voice.
"And he's 4 and can't talk."
"I couldn't talk when I was 4."
"Yes, you could. Though your grammar was all wrong," said his father.
Later...
Prometheus covers his ears while his classmates humorously clap near his ears, ring coins together, and shine lights in his eyes causing the poor child to cover his ears and close his eyes in distress. However, the students seem to pretend to be applauding for Prometheus after his performance.
"MR. IBARRA!!!" roared the teacher. "PAY ATTENTION TO ME WHILE I TELL YOU YOUR SCORE FOR THIS PERFORMANCE!!!"
"But they were ringing coins... and clapping loud... and-!"
"STOP MAKING EXCUSES!!!"
Prometheus cries and slams his head into the wall, flapping his arms.
"My God! What the hell is WRONG WITH YOU!?!?"
Later...
A teacher laughs at Prometheus for playing with his hands. "AND THEN HE HURT HIS EYE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-!!!"
All the students in the room laugh at the boy, who bows his head in shame.
Later... 233
"76!?!?!" roared his grandfather. "YOU AREN'T STUDYING WELL ENOUGH!!! MY GOD!!! BACK IN MY DAY I PERFECTED!!! It is SCIENCE, boy!"
"It's just so hard..." Prometheus whimpered. "I couldn't understand... and the teacher doesn't teach... She just talks about her life and laughs at me-..."
"NO!!! You must face the consequences! You will study under my watch!"
"Wait? Laughing at YOU!?!?" asked his aunt. "WHO IS SHE!?!? I'LL SUE HER!!!"
"N-No... Never mind... I'm sorry. I'm... joking..." he bowed his head.
"Do not lie, my son..." said Joseph, his father.
"LIAR KA!!!" roared his grandfather.
"I'm NOT a LIAR!!!" roared Prometheus, punching the table.
His grandmother squeezes his ear angrily. "GO TO YOUR ROOM!!!"
Prometheus whimpers and runs away.
The Flashback ends...
Prometheus, now at the age of 64 though still biologically young, limps toward the CoolDudeBus, sighing. He rocks his body repetitively in order to think. "Stop being such a wimp and come boy," he told Miguel, his adoptive grandson.
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