King of the revolution (boyxboyxboy)

(5)Rules don't keep me going

"I should stick to the rules, but this time I just can't"

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Dion wakes up to the sound of rain falling towards his window. It's five in the morning, one minute before his alarm should ring. With a slightly annoyed sigh, he gets up and shuts off the alarm and stretches his arms.

After washing his face and dragging on his white and black school uniform, Dion sits down by his desk and opens the first book of the day. Classes start at half past eight, so he has two to three hours of self study before school. That's how it always is, start early and end late. But Dion has to admit that the mornings are tough, even though he pretends to be fully awake and energized.

After reading through a few books and memorizing the most important things, the clock already shows 8:00. Dion sighs, he hasn't even had breakfast yet, and his stomach is rumbling. Deciding to ignore whatever he read in his health class book, he picks up an apple from his bag and heads out the door. That will have to do for today, he thinks while walking down the hall and slowly savoring the red fruit.

Students walk out their dorm doors and down the halls as Dion passes them, not even sparing them a single glance. His shoes tap silently at the stone floor. Finally he sees the glass door that leads to the man building, that is now wide open, letting students pass by easily. Dion ignores the will to hide from the students as their stares become more apparent as usual. The more people he sees the more uncomfortable he becomes, and sometimes he can hear them whisper something about him. Nothing has changed for the past 3 years, the students still act like he is an animal at the zoo.

"Watch it freak"
Max bumps into Dion on purpose, probably still angry for last week with the hall-monitors. Dion rolls his eyes and ignores the pitiful soul that is Max Rivers. He doesn't understand how someone like him could be so popular and likable, when all he does is make others miserable. How can he even live with himself when that's the only thing he is good at?

Dion walks through the open class doors, checking his schedule inside his head because he has it memorized. It's maths class, with around 80 other students. At least the class isn't too big, but it's quite boring to learn about things he already knows. These are things he went through with his personal tutors at like ten or eleven years old. Sadly the teacher knows that too, so she makes sure to always pick him in class. Obviously he always answers correctly, even if he was zoning out. One glance at the board and he knows what the question is.

The black haired boy takes a seat at front, where two other girls are whispering to each other and giggling. Dion simply opens his book on math history and reads between the lines. Something about Pythagoras again, unknown history of the old Greeks, volume three. It's the classical story, Pythagoras takes his pupil out to fish with murderous intentions to hide the fact that his pupil was smarter than him.

After a few minutes the teacher arrives and Dion looks up from his book, staring blankly at the blackboard until the teacher asks him a question that he can answer to like he was a textbook.

"Dion? Can you show us the answer to the equation?"

Dion stands up, fully aware that the whole class is silently watching him, and walks up to the front. He takes one look at the question and rolls his eyes inwardly. Why make him do it? The teacher already knows he's going to get it right, so why not take someone who could get it wrong and teach them that way? He picks up the chalk and writes down the equation with picture perfect handwriting. Dion can feel their stares on his back while he writes patiently without rushing. It's not very proper to "get it over and done with", he just has to suffer through it slowly.