“Focus now.”

You were having trouble concentrating on the tutors and the discussions in spite of your neurodevelopmental disorder. You find yourself tampering with one of the long, lilac-hued locks of hair of the man seated next to you as he discusses concerning something that you find obscure. Of course, you were solely preoccupied. You were shifting excessively.

Tapping a pen on the desk, you get vaguely startled.

“Eyes up here.” He huffs in frustration.