The little boy sat on the last row in class. There was no point seating him upfront since he never participated in too many class discussions. The topic was Roman numerals and the teacher was dictating important information about symbols and values to the children. She moved from one complex definition to another. The little boy tried desperately to keep pace with the furious flow of words. He would reach halfway through a sentence before realising the teacher had already moved to the next piece of information.
Quickly, he would abandon his half-finished line and attempt to catch up with the other. His pencil hovered hesitantly over the page as his mind struggled to recall spellings. Another sentence abandoned. And again and again. Till all you could see on the white-lined page were wet smudges of grey, where his tears fell on the paper.

