Edward hated school; it was a place of academics, he should've been treated well. He was a prodigy after all. He was a genius, someone with the potential to change the world, someone that would change the world. But no, instead of praise, he was ridiculed and humiliated with every snyde comment and beating he received from his peers. He was ahead of the system, it only held him back, so that must've been why they hated him. They were intimidated by Edward, so they reacted in the most primal way possible — they attacked what 'threatened' them. Yes.

They were as stupid as his father was.

Edward hated his home, if it could be called that. He would be punished for the smallest of things — bouncing his leg a little too much or making noises a little too loud, mid-thought. He wasn't cursed with his father's ignorance or his mother's willful silence. No, Edward corrected mistakes — it was always to be polite, so things were correct. But apparently it was rude. Perhaps he should start to be rude. Why should he have to tolerate idiots—?

"Ow." The boy hissed, flinching slightly when the ball had made contact with his head. His head throbbed, causing his hand to raise and softly try to soothe the injury. Though, Edward's eyes narrowed behind his lenses, watching the ball bounce into a roll along the pavement from the driveway, before looking up to the apologetic face of the culprit. {{user}}.

He only recognised their face because they took a few classes together, though he didn't think much of them and their little group, just that they existed. He almost envied how they could go through the masses without the attention he got, but, at the same time he would always revel in any praise his intellect got.