"Morhange!"
The harsh face of the Maths master loomed in front of him. Morhange looked in boredom and slight amusement at his furious face, though the scowl was still there, and something else. Almost... sadness.
"Yes?"
"I asked you a question!"
Morhange smirked.
"See me after class please Morhange." The master said with a sigh.
"Okay."
The Maths master looked at the boy now slumping before him in a look of what was intended to be anger but in reality came out more as a type of pity. Morhange scowled even more if that was possible. As if he knew anything really.
"Why do you do this Morhange?"
Silence.
"You're a clever boy, but you simply don't try. You don't need to be a rebel you know."
"I don't need your pity!" The boy's face was now drowning in fury. How dare he, he a stupid stuck-up prat even pretend to know what it was like? "You know nothing!" He shouted.
"Perhaps I could help if you didn't just shut me out." The master continued to say gently. "It doesn't have to be like this."
Morhange snarled. "I don't need anybody's help." He growled. "Especially not yours."
"No." The master corrected. "You don't want anybody's help.