His teachers watch him with a strange curiosity, the child that refuses to talk yet seems to be filled to the brim with the desperate need to speak, to say something. even his silence is not quiet,the quick tapping of his hand and the way his eyes flit across the room, both radiate nervous energy.
sometimes he is two different people torn between the boy who breathes witty remarks and never stops giggling, this boy is argumentative. He is unaldutered passion. he is perpetually in motion, his fingers tapping out songs on an imaginary keyboard.
the other boy is still in his seat.His eyes watch coldly, almost mockingly, at the laughter of his classmates. He knows they think he's stupid, but he doesn't care. He's Blue.
