Just keep running (L.S.)

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To say the least, Harry wasn't like most other teenage boys his age. He was special, and his mother and late father had known that too once he hit the age for primary school. While other little boys his age were playing power rangers and racing cars out in the playground, Harry was reading. Actually reading stories to his own pleasure. His parents nor his teacher even knew how he had gotten the skills to learn how to read by himself, it was a mystery to everyone. Through out his schooling years, countless teachers had told his parents that he was too smart for his grade and deserved to skip. Though his mother and father were proud to have such a smart little boy like their son, they didn't want him to skip any grades. He might've been smart, but they wanted him to live a normal childhood.

So, they didn't let their son skip any grades much to his dismay.

Harry didn't like to socialize. It's not that he was afraid or self conscious or anything, no, he just genuinely didn't like people. He felt like he was much more superior than them and wanted to only talk to people with only his kind of brain mentality. Yeah, he was an asshole, but he wasn't always like that.

When he was at the age of thirteen, his father had died in a car accident, leaving Harry and his mother all to themselves. Anne had went into depression, and Harry had started to close up even more than he already had. Even to his mother which didn't help her depression all that much. There was a time where Harry was a happy boy, but after the events that had taken place, Harry became angry at the world. He started to have anger issues and it just was terrible and Anne didn't really know what to do. How could she help her son if she couldn't help her own self?

But as time went on, Harry learned that being angry at everything wasn't going to bring back his deceased father, or help his heartbroken mother, so little by little he started to become the same old Harry, which made his mother happy and her depression to go away little by little. They were almost the same like they used to, until Anne met Robin. Now, Robin twist was a very nice man.

But that made Harry despise Robin even more. Anne didn't know why Harry hated the man she loved, but she had a feeling it was because her son felt threaten in being replaced, but that wasn't the case.

Harry was feeling threaten by his late father being replaced by the new man Anne had met. Thus, causing the hatred in Harry to ignite.

So in his junior year, Anne and Robin had gotten married, and Harry was mad at the world again. But this time, it was directed more to his mother and Robin. His anger issues had returned and they had no choice but to send him to an all boy academy in hopes for him to be back to normal. The thing is, instead of Harry being very vocal about his anger, he kept it all in. Which was worse.

"Harry, You awake?"

The boy with green eyes stirred in his slumber. He didn't feel like waking up today, he just didn't. He wanted to lay all day in the cozy bed that reminded him of home. Even though home was a place that Harry didn't want to go back anytime soon, it doesn't mean he doesn't long for it in a way.

"Classes are starting soon, and your professor is going to give you a failing grade for arriving late."

Impossible. Harry had never gotten a failing grade in his life and he would like to keep it that way. For something as idiotic as arriving late, is just preposterous and just for that, it reminds Harry a bit on why he hates people for their slow ignorant thinking. He lets out a frustrated sound and hesitantly gets out of his bed.