[ WP ] The story of that kid who sits in the corner of the class and does not talk to anyone .

Timothy was sleepy. Every Monday was the same thing. 
 
 The classroom lets you sleepy: the half-light, the fans rhythmic noise, the girl's talk, the lessons - math mainly - everything. 
 Honestly, that happens almost every day. Tim hated to wake up early. 
 
 He was sitting down, waiting for his turn to continue the text that Amy, the girl in front of him, was reading. Every two months her teacher chose a literary work for the class read together and `` Red Riding Hood'' was the flavor of the month. Amy had that kind of hoarsely voice, which make everything almost unbearable for him. He looked to his side and started to watch some kids playing in the yard outside. His desk was the last of the row, right by the window, in the corner of the classroom. That wall was his pillow and the window was his one way ticket to the world of the sleepy and fruitful minds. 
 
 He loved the sport's classes. It was infinitely funnier to play dodgeball or even volley - which the other boys claimed to be a `` girlie'' game - than being stuck in that classroom all day, learning things that he judged to useless in real life. He was absolutely sure that if, rather than wield a sword, Link had learned about tapeworms and solitary, or the procreation method of hermaphrodite beings he never, and I repeat, never would have saved Princess Zelda. He never understood why instead of learing Bhaskara, they would n't teach something useful like... 
 
... like Hadouken! 
 
 Really, think about the possibilities. You get home, in the middle fo the night and find the door ajar. The house is quiet and you suspect that whoever did that is gone already. But when you turn on the kitchen lights you find a hooded person, pointing a gun at you. You have two options: you can yell the quadratic equation on all its glory and simply get killed in the most stupid way ever - or in the best case scenario make the thief laugh his ass of and then get a bullet in the head. Or the second option, that would be just to yell `` Hadouken!'' and blow out the kitchen, the living room of the house next door and as a bonus, kill the burglar. Honestly, which one is the best? 
 
 - Tim. 
 
 Well, giving it a second thought I believe that a kame-hame-ha suits the situation better. Even though it takes more time to charge... 
 
 - Timmy. 
 
 In the other hand, taking into consideration the destruction power, the winner is definitely the Genki Dama. Oh yeah! Just imagine how... 
 
 - Timothy Blake! Please! 
 
 You know that terrible feeling when you leave a dark room and go straight to the sun light? That's exctly how Timothy felt when his name was called out loud and cristal clear. Mrs. Garner just took him off his mind battle between his favorite characters super powers. The whole class staring at him, some holding their laughs, others just looking in disapproval. Amy was smiling her best braces-ornamented `` steel-smile''. She used that thiing since he first knew her. She should have a rare condition... 
 
 - Timothy, if you do n't want to read, that's fine. But please, do n't make us wait for you to come back from dreamland. 
 
 The classroom exploded in laugh. 
 
 Timothy suffered from `` attention deficit hyperactivity disorder'', or ADHD, or in his mom own words: he could n't pay attention to something for more than 5 minutes. He would think about everything and nothing at the same time. He would stop in the middle of the street if something gets his attention and risk being hit by some driver more inattentive than himself. As his friedns would say: he tripped. 
 
 He never reads. He never talks. And no one ever talks to him. 
 And no one was waiting this time to be different. 
 
 And then the scream. 
 
 Tim looked down the window and saw a bunch of other kids forming a circle around someone. The climbing frames was getting crowded by curious kids looking for some insider view. 
 Then he saw coach Anderson running through the people trying to get into the circle. He asked to the kids to back off so whoever it was could get some room for breathing. Timothy recognized the girl that was laying on the ground but he could n't remember her name. 
 
 - Oh my God! That's Nina! - someone shouted behind him. 
 
 Thanks for that, he thought. 
 Coach Anderson was kind of desperate as the number of people was increasing. He started to ask for help. Other teachers ran to his assistance and started to get the kids back to their classrooms. One of the teachers screamed and asked someone to call 911. Another teacher just hugged her and got her out of there. Some students started to take pictures with their cell phones. More teachers came and among them was the school's principal. Things were getting intense. When the paramedics arrived and the kids were kept at a safe distance, Tim and the others could get a clear picture of the scenario. The girl was laying on the ground and a metallic bar was just a couple of steps away from her. Tim noticed that a bar was missing from the top of the climbing frames. Her face was looking towards Tim's class, but she was n't moving, or blinking. Or breathing. 
 
 After all the efforts were done, the paramedics put the little girl on a stretcher and closed the zipper of a black bag. 
 
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 - Timothy Blake! – shouted Mrs Garner. 
 
 Tim woke up with a jump. Looked around. Deja-vu. 
 Everybody was quiet around him. They were staring at him. Some were playing with their tablets, others just talking among themselves in secret but always giving him a glimpse. They were kind of waiting for something. 
 
 - Please Tim. Continue the reading. Try this time, please. 
 
 Then he just realized he had slept. Fear crawled his back with its cold and sharp fangs. 
 He was shaking. A tear just rolled down his face from the side. 
 
 - Are you okay Tim? what happened darling? I'm not mad at you sweetie. You do n't need to feel like that. - Mrs Garner said sweetly. 
 
 And then the classroom just heard a scream. 
 The scream of a girl that just died.
