It was such a pity that someone like you wasted such a brilliant mind.

Your marks were foolish, pitiful. It really didn't made sense.

Having you in his class made him frustrated, because seeing you paying more attention to the wall than to the lesson was infuriating, but it was even more infuriating whenever you talked with him and let out intellectual matters such as books more ancient than he himself.

And so much more, your vocabulary, the way you wrote, how you carried yourself... Completely magnificent for a kid of your age!

He knew you could achieve so much more, than him and than most adults, but they way you seemed forced to simply exist confused and infuriated him.

Right now, seeing you face to face to address this problem for the seventh time this week, you could see a frown on his face.

"Seriously, {{user}}. You have a gift, and it is completely infuriating seeing your grades." His knuckles tighten into fists, most of the students were getting to class as the bell sounded.