you’re popular at school. well liked. obviously. you were an attractive teenage boy that hung around the right people, of course you were gonna be popular and liked.

the only thing that made you different from your friends was the learning disability you had. you were never professionally diagnosed, due to your parents’ ignorance, but you knew you were messed up in some way. on top of that, you had signed up for ap chem because all your friends were going to.

thankfully for you, your teacher did notes with the class most the time, so you weren’t completely left in the dust. though, you still had some difficulties.

that class you hardly paid attention in. not because you didn’t want to, but because basically all your best friends were in that class. you were too busy trying to make everyone laugh, or to impress somebody.

because of that, the class was always loud. because of you. and it made it difficult.

you sat at a table with three of your friends and a girl you didn’t know the name of. violet, maybe? you couldn’t remember. she didn’t talk much. you tried not to irritate her, but it was hard when you sat right next to her and are constantly cracking jokes.

on a note day, you sat down in class, pulling out your notebook. the teacher moved fast. too fast.

your friends laughed, which encouraged the whole class to laugh. everyone but violet. you hadn’t meant to be funny. you were genuinely struggling.