Capítulo 4: Mrs. Amanda

Lucus had a knack for memorizing terrain. This was one of the only ways he could get around completely normally after all. He had most of the school memorized by the end of the day. He had sat out for art class too. He mostly sat next to his friends as they talked and painted. He didn't seem to mind having to sit out. This was pretty much just an endless cycle of walking to class, sitting down and listening to other people talk. He liked to play the piano at the orphanage so he assumed music would be fun, but the other kids just made a muddy mosh pit of sounds whenever they were allowed to play. The sounds usually hurt Lucus's ears, so he usually sat outside the classroom when this happened. Sounds prevented Lucus from doing a lot of things. He couldn't eat in the cafeteria due to the whole grade running around throwing food and opening crinkly bags of chips so he sat in the main office. Nobody talked there. There was an occasional greeting, or trade of supplies but the room was almost as quiet as the greenhouse in the orphanage garden. He still hadn't figured out how to do his homework. He wasn't allowed to ask for help with placement or reading because of the school's strict policy of no help for homework. This was a stupid rule, but teachers were fired for small offenses like these. After all, this was one of the most prestigious schools in the country. He often was forced to turn it in blank. His schoolwork was hard, but because they were in school, his teacher was able to sit down next to him and read out the questions. The show your work area was always the hardest. Most calculations were done in his head. He felt there was no use to demonstrating how he figured it out. He clearly wasn't cheating too. These annoyances were repeated day after day on end. He never dreaded school, but it was much more challenging than the braille printed homework Mother gave him. Nothing changed until his 37th day at school.