My fingers impatiently fiddled with my pencil, creating an even beat on the desk as I waited for the English period to end. When the bell finally rung signalling History, I was relieved. My Dad was slightly laid back compared to the other teachers, and usually let me write freely without questioning it.

I casually walk out of the room, before getting knocked to the ground by Missy, or as I like to call her, the Bulldozer in the Pink Sweater. She laughed at me before kicking my books across the floor and walking away.

I slowly pick up each of my papers that seemed to have flown everywhere around the floor.

"Here, let me help," said a voice from behind me. I turn my head to find deep emerald eyes staring back at mine. He looks almost nervous and brushes a hand through his blonde hair.

"Thanks," I mumble continuing to pick up some sheets.

"Is this yours?" he asks, picking up my journal, which was a metre away.

"Yes." I mutter, grasping it and pulling the journal towards my chest. He smiles, and continues to pick up the extra sheets. He hands me the papers and I say a small thankyou, before turning away from Mr Perfect and walking off to class.

When I enter, the class has just begun and I walk over to my seat in silence, sitting down quietly.

"Ms Matthews, Mr Friar why are you late?" My Dad asks.

I take a sideways glance at Missy and Mr Perfect, before mumbling an apology and replying, "I dropped my stuff, and he helped me out."

I saw Missy's smirk from across the classroom, turning into a frown when she heard the last part, as Mr Perfect was her boyfriend, and the fact that he 'helped me out' probably annoyed her.

He obviously didn't care, because he continued on with the class. I opened my journal, flipping through to a new page, and sat awaiting inspiration.

I felt a sudden gush of wind from behind me and a loud voice say, "Farkle time, sir?"

"Sure Farkle, take it away."

I couldn't help but let out a small chuckle letting my hair fall in front of my face. Some people in this class are crazy, but I love crazy.

As Farkle flipped the name tag on my dad's desk an idea formed in my head and I quickly seized my journal from my book bag.

Words began to swirl in my brain and I write them down quickly before I forget.

The Genius

Everyone knows he's a genius. One day he will 'conquer the world' and will have whatever he wants. One day he will be smart enough than all our middle school teachers combined. One day he will be in the government house possibly even the president. However that's not all he is.

No one cares to look at the kind generous person he truly is. The gentle and caring heart that is deep beneath his genius cover. No one seems to see past his nerdy self. He may have a compassion for learning, but people can't assume that's all he even is.

Maybe one day he will rule the world, or maybe he would be the president of America, but that can't stop him from achieving what he wants to achieve. Believing what he wants to believe. Just because he's a nerd doesn't mean he always wants to be.

"Thankyou I am Farkle!" I look up to see him do a quick bow and stride to his seat behind me.

Ring! Ring! The bell signals the end of the period and the start of lunch. My worst nightmare.

A/N: Sorry for the long wait! It started off with be a little busy especially since it was the last week of school before summer break, (IT'S SUMMER IN AUSTRALIA!) but then my family and I went on vacation. I'm actually still on vacation now. We went to Europe for two weeks and now we are currently Canada visiting family. I didn't bring my laptop with me so I had to use my Aunties desktop. Another huge problem is that because we came from Australia all of my family want to spend every second with me so it's hard to write. Anyway in the time I had I wrote a chapter and now I'm posting it.

Again, sorry for the HUGE wait. Anyway, I hope you like the new chapter. Don't forget to follow, favourite and review.

Courageous Dreamer, signing out.