"Stanly, I feel that you have been improving. I'm very happy for you. Don't give up trying and you will succeed." A small yellow note laid on the table of one insignificant boy. The message poked her instinct to a challenge.
She never took notice. She wondered how she had come to be more prejudice than she ever realized - weighing balance unevenly to the one she favoured most to the least. There were plenty to name, those of whom she never spoke of. He was such a boy.
Nothing about him left a positive impression towards her. He was forever disturbing friends - back, front, left and right. He never even own a book! The many times she put him away with his excuses, he would pick up words which made her burn in flame. Yes, he paid attention, but never came to do the maths. So, that was him, the boy who held many promising future...
So, "is he really that bad?" She wallowed in the question.
The boy who secretly picked up lesson from a friend, glistened in wide eyes while she caught him red-handed to have him shy away with mysteries. The one and only one who agreed to her decision without questions. His quick access to decision-making left her with doubts, but he was sincere just as the words from his mouth.
The question was worth reflecting on, "why had they changed, from obedience to rebellion?" The way that she mapped each one of them, both leak and lead clues unknown.
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