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A homework (?) part I.

Noah sneaked in the school at the weekend, using some skills he learned secretly. He was not interested in using them for bad aims, it was the first time trying it and it was just to leave his homework on Mrs McCarthy's desk.

He thought it would be fair to do the homework once at least, to show something that none noticed, that he cared. Once at least.
Otherwise people, even his family seemed to be blind about him.
He usually felt lost, so deeply lost that he did not even know who he was and usually he just did not like those facts he slowly learned about himself.
So he totally understood, if he did not know himself, if he did not love himself why others neither did any of these.
All he did in his whole life was just following commands, suggestions by his parents, his elder siblings and cousins and he always followed all blindly. When they told him to play waterpolo, he did, when he was not called longer, he did not feel he missed that. Actually he did not have idea if he liked that sport at all. He guessed it was the same about football. And actually about everything.
He thought of his past, how lonely he felt as kid as he did not feel fitting in the family with his then blond hair. How he wanted to be like his dad, to get his attention and he never understood why people say always the youngest child is the most loved. He really desired it was like that.
Actually he was the youngest, the one that never complains and always listens but who felt getting the less attention.
Besides the love towards his family and one to him weird fact he only knew he loved spending time with his great-great grandpa that told many stories to him. That was one thing he loved. That he ruffled his hair and called him puppy sometimes but in a kind way. But not even to him could he open up.
He sometimes heard his parents telling that he should open up but the thought rather scared him, he feared there was nothing inside.