Demetrius had just finished taking a shower when someone knocked on his door. It was now 8 pm. After announcing the inheritance, Demetrius went home with Finlay in a car. It was rare that Finlay hadn't provoked Demetrius, nor was Demetrius in the mood to guess what he was thinking. When he saw that the knocker was Mrs Gallagher, Demetrius was slightly surprised, then asked, "Mom?" Mrs Gallagher entered the room and closed the door, saying, "Can I talk to you for a few minutes?" Demetrius paused in his act of wiping his hair, "Sure." The light in the room was not too bright, Demetrius was dressed in clean pyjamas, but they couldn't hide his thin body.Mrs Gallagher hesitated for a long time before opening her mouth, "Demetrius, I hope you don't misunderstand what Finlay means." She recalled that the night before Demetrius returned, Fabian had told her, "You must treat Demetrius well. Children who grow up in such difficult circumstances are prone to depression. If I had to go throu
Keagan Stephens stepped back up to the podium, slammed his hand on the board, and spoke sternly, "I'll give you one minute. If someone wants to confess, they can copy the test three times and receive a zero. Otherwise, I'll be checking the camera footage, and the consequences will be much worse."Everyone in the class remained silent, and Keagan Stephens asked, "Still no confessions?"Raina Roberson pointed to a few students sitting near her and said, "Mr Stephens, you should check the people sitting next to me."Keagan Stephens looked at the papers in his hand, scanned the faces of a few students, and then stopped at one table."Kai, why are you staring at that table? Got a headache or something?""Stephens, it was me," Kai Cunningham kept his head down, stammering. "I threw the paper."Keagan Stephens was taken aback by Kai's admission because he was a model student. His teachers were very sympathetic to him. Despite not having a wealthy family background, Kai had entered the school
The classroom was tense as the students awaited the results of Demetrius' test. Keagan Stephens held the papers in his hand with a sarcastic grin."You can ask a person to take my test paper to check with those two people to see if I asked them to help me cheat," Demetrius said, his voice confident.Keagan Stephens's grin faded, replaced by a skeptical look. "Because you're afraid of being caught cheating, you'll probably write it differently on purpose, so there's no match," he said. "Alexander, give me your test."Macey Perkins took on the task of matching the answers. "The last question on Kai Cunningham's test got it wrong. Demetrius got it right," she announced loudly. "Furthermore, in the first few questions of the Alexander Rosa test, five answers are not the same as Demetrius."Alexander Rosa fidgeted in his seat, clearly uncomfortable. "Write something else on purpose, or Keagan will know it by looking at it," he said, a hint of fear in his voice.But Macey still needed to be
It was a quiet night, and both Demetrius and Finlay had returned home from their daily routines. While Finlay was eager to talk to Demetrius about something important, Demetrius was feeling exhausted and just wanted to go to bed. "Demetrius, we need to talk," Finlay said in a serious tone, "It's about your education and future." "Can't it wait until tomorrow?" Demetrius asked, rubbing his tired eyes. "No, it can't," Finlay replied, "This is a critical matter that cannot be delayed." As they were speaking, their father, Kirk Hoffman, who was working in his work, overheard their conversation and stepped out to see what was going on. Finlay continued, "I've heard that you've been placed in the F class, the lowest class at school. This is not acceptable. Your mother and father worked hard to get you into Class A, and now you're in Class F. How will you be able to keep up with the college entrance exams?" Kirk Hoffman listened to Finlay's words with a mix of shock and anger. He couldn
"Normal," Demetrius replied in a monotone voice, betraying the fact that the topic was a sensitive one for him. It seemed that no matter how good or bad others treated him, he did not show any particular reaction, as if he were a robot programmed to keep his emotions in check. As they were nearing the school, Demetrius suddenly spoke up. "Can you drop me off at the bank?" he asked. Macey looked at him quizzically. "The bank? What do you need to do there?" she asked. "Just some work," Demetrius replied evasively, not giving any further explanation. "Okay, no problem. I'll drop you off there," she said, she decided not to push the matter. As they pulled up to the curb, Demetrius quickly got out of the car without looking back to say goodbye. It seemed as though Demetrius didn't want any more contact with her, and that even going to school with her was a reason why he wanted to get out of the car halfway. Macey couldn't help but wonder what was going on with Demetrius. Despite his s
"Hey Demetrius," Kai Cunningham said as he saw Demetrius continuing with his class, "I just wanted to apologize for what I did earlier." However, Demetrius didn't react and simply went around Kai to continue his class. Kai felt surprised as he saw that Demetrius gave no response to his apology. He had been worried about the potential consequences of his earlier behavior and had been bracing himself for a negative reaction. However, when Demetrius didn't react, Kai felt a sense of relief and relaxation because he hadn't originally expected Demetrius to forgive him. As Alexander Rosa approached Kai from behind, Kai noticed him looking annoyed. "Demetrius is really misbehaving," Alexander said, "he always seems to make people feel disgusted." "You're the one misbehaving, not him," Kai thought. After this thought, Kai decided to leave the conversation and walked away, leaving Alexander alone. Alexander Rosa looked disdainfully at the door of Class F, then raised his middle finger tow
Riley's face contorted with anger as he spoke. "Because of him, I was suspended from school, criticized, and had to clean the toilets for a week." Macey's expression remained stern as she replied, "You deserved it." "Let me tell you, it's him, Demetrius. Someone with power doesn't like him, so it's not my fault," Riley justified. Macey didn't even bother to respond and walked away without looking back. … "There's a basketball game tomorrow, remember? Hurry up and register now, only few reserve spots left," Derick Sherman announced to the crowd. The students began murmuring among themselves, some showing excitement at the prospect of the game while others seemed indifferent. “Anyone?” Derick asked. Suddenly, Osvaldo stepped into the classroom and said, "Count me in." "Why are you here?" a student from F class asked him suspiciously. "Are you here to mess with Demetrius?" another student guessed. Osvaldo chuckled. "No, I just switched classes. Can I sign up for the game now?"
Demetrius' body temperature had reached 39 degrees, and the doctor, seeing his condition was not good, recommended that he be hospitalized. Demetrius was experiencing difficulty breathing and was unsteady on his feet. A nurse was present to give him injections. His thin, fleshless hand made it easy to be pin the needle, and she instructed him to bear with it. Demetrius didn't show any signs of pain or discomfort. She asked, "Is anyone coming to visit you?" Demetrius shook his head. "No, I don't think so." The nurse looked concerned. "Are you sure? Sometimes it gets lonely here in the hospital. Do you need me to call your parents?" Demetrius shook his head. "No, that's okay. I'd rather just rest." "Well, if anyone does call or come by, just let me know," the nurse said, smiling. "I'll make sure they don't disturb you." "Thanks," Demetrius said. The nurse gave Demetrius some instructions before leaving. "Even if you turn on the air conditioner, your hands will gradually become co