Spock walks along the narrow path on the long journey home from school, trying to gain control back over his conflicted emotions. He had lost control today after his tormenters 35th attempt to gain and emotional response. When the other boys shoved him, trying to get a human response, he was taken aback, but the shove was NOT what motivated the anger.
He tried to think back, logically upon what had transpired, which remark was what upset him so to react upon his emotions? He recalled only two other statements, first they had called his father a traitor, this may have been the statement for how, logically was his father, a traitor when the vary act of him marrying her showed his purpose to uphold the divine IDIC, Spock's very existence of infinite diversity in infinite combination, it seemed that the Vulcan boy had a mistake in their logic, or is it was as they said simply an experiment to illicit and emotional response.
The second remark was an attack on his mother. "That human whore" the words ran through his mind again, at this, he clenched his fists. After a few more paces he stopped and looked at his hands, balled up in fists and ready to fight.
"Fascinating," Spock pondered for a few moments before he heard the footsteps behind him, coming up over the last incline he saw again his Vulcan tormenters. He picked up the pace to his home Spock always had a choice to have a ride home or to walk; most often he walked, to reflect on the days past events and grab hold of some understanding of illogical thought that may have presented themselves in the endless experimenting of his Vulcan classmates. Today, he wished he had taken the ride.
Illogical, he thought as he began to jog as the boys began to catch up.
Being half Vulcan did have its advantages, his human half did not slow him down on the long trek to his house. When he arrived and quickly shut the door behind him, he panted for just a moment of two, hands on his knew, bent double trying to gain more oxygen in the oxygen-poor atmosphere of Vulcan. Only when he noticed, with his Vulcan ears, a quick intake of breath and a hand clasping to a mouth did he realize he was not alone.
He stood up straight, a little too fast to remain unnoticed, and turned towards the human on the other side of the room.
"Good evening, Mother, did your lessons go well today?" Spock rarely made small talk, for it was illogical. Amanda blinked her eyes a few times before answering Spock, trying with all her might to hold back her own emotions, if only for the sake of Spock.
"Well, Spock, lest you count Bal-tair's sudden allergen to books not inconvenient." Amanda tried to cheer her son up. Spock, at least, was distracted, if only for a moment. He knew the Andorian his mother Spock of, on several occasions he had studied a few of the terren ideas his mother resented with Bal-tair, but he had no inclination at the boy having a health condition.
"Bal-tair has never had a problem with your books before, mother, perhaps, something has ailed him." His mother smiled, he did not understand.
"I believe, my son, that he was not enjoying his lecture today, so took up to sneezing so, where as I finally sent him home. He can be rather devious at times." She smiled again, thinking, as she had many times before, that if Spock could have been raised on earth, thing would have been a lot easier for him to understand.
"mother, it would be illogical to fake an illness," her smile dropped again, "perhaps you should call him at home to see if he will be available for his lessons tomorrow." She signed a deep sign before she replied,
"yes, perhaps I will, Spock," her eyes saddened as she thought, Sarcasm: he will never be able to understand it, before returning his initial question, bracing herself, "how were your lessons today, my son?" as she had predicted he tensed up.
"Productive." He simply stated before his eyes glanced at the door. "Excuse me, Mother." And before she could say another word he had vanished, most likely to his room. She peered out the window seeing three boys, vanishing just over the horizon, she wanted to call their mothers, but the Vulcan women would only see it as an emotional reaction by a human, and they would be right.