Rated: PG for mildly disturbing material
"Second Grade Blues"
Sheldon trudged to class, to Mrs. Johnson's room. He sat down with the other second graders and resented them terribly. He knew something they didn't—he knew that he was above them. He was better than them. Mrs. Johnson thought so, too. She'd said he was on the level of fifth graders, at least.
He pulled out his books and his crayons. He sneered at his classmates, feeling strangely empowered by the way they would avoid him. He wondered if they were afraid of him—he knew Harold was. At least, he'd better fear him. He'd make sure of it.