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He was both nervous and excited, to think he was going to high school already, while kids his age would normally be in 6th or 7th grade right now. He was excited because everyone of his teachers before had complimented him, how he had so much potential thanks to his high intelligence, he could do almost anything he wanted for a career, well anything that wasn't too physical at least. He remembered when his father used to be around, he enrolled him into some sports, of course, he wasn't very good at any of them, due to his lack of coordinance. Sometimes, he felt that he was the reason his father left, disappointed that his son was a genius apposed to some kid with regular intelligence who could bounce a basketball without missing. Deep down, he knew it was because of his sick mother, which he was left to care for on his own. This was one time he was thankful for knowing so much, otherwise he probably wouldn't have been able to tend to his mother any better than his father could, but he most certainly wouldn't walk out on her.
Taking a deep breath in hopes of calming his nerves, he entered the building, immediately feeling out of place. Kids towered over him, some of the more muscular ones made him look like a mere toothpick. He swallowed nervously and walked on, trying not to look at anybody in the eye. He could feel dozens of stares sent his way, he even heard one say "What's that kid doing here?" He couldn't help that he knew so much, he was born that way, as all geniuses typically are. It's not often that someone can actually raise their IQ to 'genius' level after being brought into the world. He also couldn't shove away the urge to run facts and statistics through his head about bullying in school, he didn't want to think about that, but he ended up doing so anyway. Hopefully things will go smoothly and he can get out of here without too much trauma.
He noticed a young woman, who was staring at him just like everyone else in the hall, she had dark brown long hair, next to her was someone he assumed played sports, considering the muscles in his arms, his hair was short and blonde. Exhaling silently, he wished they would all stop staring already, he gets it; He's an outcast compared to them, they didn't need to rub it in, even if none of them had barely spoken a word.
The bell rang, the hallways became bustling again, much to his relief. Saved by the bell. He thought as he approached a door to the principal's office.
(Spencer Reid!)
He shifted uncontrollably when all eyes fell onto him once more when he entered his class room, the teacher introduced him as "Spencer Reid, who is a genius, so I recommend the rest of you work hard if you want to keep up with him." She joked. Spencer inwardly cringed, he wished she hadn't done the introduction like that, he was here to eventually graduate and move on with his life, not make enemies.
He clutched onto his things as he made his way to a vacant desk while avoiding eye contact, he sat down as the class begun.
This was when his life really turned to hell.
To be continued...