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He may be Vader someday later, but now he's (justasmallfry) wrote in makebelievelog,

Anakin was silent for a very long time.

He didn’t particularly like his classes. He didn’t mind a few classes like English, Social Studies, or Art. They brought up new topics he didn’t know, even if he was sure he wasn’t any good at art. But he spent most of his time in his math and science classes with his head down resting on his folded arms. If there was a window he stared out of it. This was just review for him. He stayed like that until a teacher called for his attention. They usually didn’t like that, but it didn’t take him more than a second to catch up with the discussion and give the right answer, much to the chagrin of the teachers. They didn’t like it when children didn’t pay attention the whole lecture only to be able to call out the correct answer with the barest of pauses. He thought he was making himself as unobtrusive and quiet as possible, they thought him insolent.

But as vexing as his schooling was, that was the furthest thing from his mind just then. School didn’t shake up the foundation of his whole identity or change that structure of his world. It was just a nuisance he had to endure.

He ignored Padmé’s topic of choice.

“I’m not Master Kenobi’s Padawan anymore,” he finally asked, “am I?”