A/N: Thanks to you folk who reviewed. It made me feel warm and fuzzy inside. I can’t believe I’m actually still able to write this; usually by now I’ve given up ever adding anything again. Anyways, I hope you liked the last chapter and this one as well.

kookykiki: Thank you for being my first reviewer. I’m glad you find it intriguing…and I don’t mean to leave you hanging, but I have to. xD

Dark-Fiend: Thank you much for the review. I’m sorry it seems slow, and I can digress all I want xD It makes it seem more like the process of thought that way.

Keep on reading (and reviewing)…here we go.

Anonymity

Chapter Three

There is much more I could add about my early days as a little kid, but none of it is relevant as to why I am here now. Let’s move on to when I was ten, and some of these alleged ‘problems’ began to happen.

It began when I entered the fourth grade. Before then, I had really enjoyed school. I had made friends, chased girls away on the playground, always fearful of catching ‘cooties’, and other normal things that little kids did. Before then, I was excelling in class; I mastered the multiplication tables with ease, and was reading at a sixth grade level. Before then, I was happy.

But that all changed.

Fourth grade was so different for me. None of my friends were in my class, and none of the girls I allegedly hated were there, either. The work was harder—not to a degree where I didn’t shine, but harder nonetheless—and sometimes I remember staying up real late at night, after I had been tucked in for the night, dreading the next day and the challenges that came with it.

You may be saying to yourself, “Big deal. All children go through periods like this.” Well, not me. I didn’t just have that anxiety factor; I completely withdrew from everything and everyone around me. When we’d go out to recess and play a team sport, or anything for that matter, I’d either make up some excuse as to why I couldn’t join them, or I’d just walk away altogether, secluding myself away from the rest of the world as I knew it.

It remained this way—which I thought was fine—until my teacher began to notice. Not only was I withdrawing myself from everyone, but my normally high grades were beginning to slowly decline. Therefore, a parent-teacher conference was scheduled for the next week. I didn’t really comprehend at the time what was going on, and didn’t think much of it.

My parents attended the meeting, where my teacher revealed her observations. Why was such a happy, intelligent child secluding himself like that? Being as naïve as I was, they figured that I was just too smart for the fourth grade, and promptly removed me from it and placed me into the ‘gifted’ classes of the fifth grade.

That didn’t remedy the situation, although everyone believed it did. They all thought I was back to my normal, blissfully unaware self. Little did they know that the problems would just increase from here.