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Chapter 2

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"Ricky, please come up and explain how you got the answer for question number six on the math quiz." Mrs. Mathews asked, unaware, as usual, of the humiliation she put the little boy through. She didn't know, or maybe she didn't care, what the other kids said about him behind his back, or to his face. Or, maybe she did know, of course she did! She encouraged it! Well, he was going to show her! Third grade math? Haw! Show how he got the answer to 7x2? Easy cheesy! Just add: 7+7! What about geometry? None of the other kids knew how to do geometry, let alone what it is! He did, he 'borrowed' his mom's geometry book for reading one night. It was so easy!
Ricky walked up to the board and picked up a piece of chalk. He stood there, staring at the board. He could just see it! The wonderful geometry problem written out in all its glory! Then everyone would be stunned. It was the most amazing geometry problem ever solved by a seven year old! There was a reason he was the youngest third grader. Then, maybe Mrs. Mathews would send out an application for one of those fancy privet schools for really smart people - he was cut off by a voice at the back of the class sneering at him - how does a third grader sneer anyway?
"Poor little Ricky, he can't even multiply 7x2! Man, your so stupid, maybe your, right and they are out to get you - to take you away for good!"
The class snickered and the chalk snaped in half, unnoticed by anyone. When had he said someone was out to get him? The only people he could think of were his sister and the bullies. Oh, that explained it. Keith Barrenger was one of the biggest bullies ever, and he had been in his math class since kindergarten. Then Ricky realized the truth. No one believed he was smart enough to understand third grade math, much less geometry. After entertaining the thought of lighting Keith's hair on fire, he looked back at the board and wrote:

7x2=14 or 7+7=14
14 divided by 2=7 or 14-7=7

Let them wonder. He couldn't let them find out how smart he was. They'd take him away to study his brain or something worse. He set the chalk down and retuned to his seat. He sat down and stared straight ahead. Behind him he could hear Keith Barrenger talking to his friends.
"I told you he was a retard."
"Wow, that's so cool, maybe my dad could study him of something."
"But I thought your dad studied the Northern Lights?"
"He studies weird things in nature."
"Oh."
He slipped his hand in his pocket and closed it around his lighter, which he had smuggled into school. Yes, no one could find out how smart he really was.

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