The quiet boy.

Have you noticed something? Yes, the guy that sits at the corner of the classroom, couldn't blend together with the others. It's not a new environment for him, it's not a new world for him, it's the same old classroom, his classroom.

But why he always keeps his mouth shut? Why couldn't he blend with the others? He can talk, yes, he's not dumb, not deaf, not blind, not lame. He's like any other normal school kids. Everyone approach him, makes him laugh, cares about him, all he do is SMILE. Because he seldom talk, everyone long to hear his voice. We don't know what to do to make him speak, to make him open his mouth and maybe say something, make the whole class laugh.

He obeys everything. Everything. Except for those, Impossible. Words spoken out from his mouth are UBER precious, like gold. When he speaks, it's like a big news for everyone.

The quiet boy, he's the genius in our class. People don't bully him, they respect and plays with him. He's always showing us his smile, and his words, cost more than you can ever imagined.

He speaks softly, he's not rough, once he finished saying a sentence, he closes his mouth and stop speaking. We wanted to hear more, but that's all he wants to say. That boy, that quiet boy, sits at the corner of the classroom because he's a tall guy. A tall and shy guy, maybe he's not shy, just don't want to speak, couldn't blend in with us.

He haunched his back when he walks, that's him, the quiet boy.