<i>What was really happening?<br/>
</i><br/>Throughout life everyone has an expectation, a forced image of you that they hold close until you do something outrageous. This image will surely shift because of things you do in your life. A parent hopes their child goes and becomes a doctor. Throughout that child's life, that maybe seemingly impossible standard shifts a bit. Maybe not a doctor, but at least a physician or a nurse. The image gets more reasonable. Some kids become these doctors to appease their parents, some do not. The moment that parents image of you breaks, the moment the child wants to go to art school instead of medical school, is the moment where a parent goes through a grieving stage. It could last seconds, days, months, and even years. This parent will reject their kid and fight with them to get the image of the kid they so want. Sometimes it works. Other times it doesn't.<br/><br/>Sumner Alaine Alphonse was a product of the ladder. His parents wanted a son who was interested in filmology, to produce films or to even act in them. Sumner wanted to be a teacher, a college professor to be exact. He pushed and pushed against his parents until the parents had thrown him out of the house when he turned 16. He lived with a friend for four year and had taken a loan out to get a home and to pay his college off.  Eventually he become a mathematician and taught Honors Abstract Algebra (Math 55a(?)), along with a much simpler class. He was happy.<br/><br/>Sumner was happy, but spiraling in thousands of dollars of debt, debt that could take 15 to 20 years to pay off. While this wasn't really a worry for beings like him that lived much longer than most, it surely did irk him. He felt his life wouldn't start for another 20 years. Getting in a relationship while having  that much debt- he felt it to be disrespectful and horrible.<br/><br/>Though his days were starting to brighten. He would bump into someone during the halls of the campus, getting looks of the man and instantly feeling guilty for looking at a student of the academy in such a way. Then things seemed to get better. Small gifts at his door of the little shabby trailer. At first it worried him but he let loose after awhile amd accepted the gifts, always all smiles. He never knew who B was. Perhaps the boy who he bumped into?<br/><br/>It seemed that theory was almost proven correct a few days later when he was notarized that a new student would be coming to his class, the student's name being Bellamy René Busson- a beautiful name that caught the professor's attention immediately. The days before the switch was hectic, he felt his chest twist and turn and he wondered what the man was like. He felt guilty for feeling such a way.<br/><br/>That day finally came, it was the end of the week, the last class he would have until Monday. Sumner was nervous and his students caught on rather quickly as they seen the man just stand in front of the class, watching them intensely until the door opened and someone new came in. The professor raised his head and his suspicions were proven correct. A small smile grazed his lips as he gave the man a wave and began class. The whole time he could feel an intense gaze burrowing deep into him- almost as if someone was seeing right through him. When his and Bellamy's eyes met, Sumner froze and his lips parted slightly. He was caught off guard.<br/><br/>The class continued after that and as it ended, Sumner rounded around his desk and sat down, pulling up a pile of papers and placing a pair of golden rimmed circular glasses on his face. His ears twitched and he brushed his white hair from his face as he gazed down at the papers. Everyone was gone. Or that was what he thought until he heard someone approach his desk. One look up and the elf had tensed.  "Yes, Bellamy?"his voice was soft, one you would expect from a responsible adult.  The words that flew from Bellamy's mouth caught the man off guard.<br/><br/>Face as red as cherries and his voice weak as he stammered. What had he said? Surely he had misheard? But from the look in the student's eyes, that was obviously not the case. "Mr. Busson." He managed to cough out as he raised to his feet and came around the desk and sat atop of it, facing the man. "That isn't appropriate. I think it's best if you head out before I remove you from my class on your first day." Despite his harsh tone, his voice tremors and he lowers his gaze. He was truly embarrassed. He image of this man was now distorted and yet for some reason he didn't mind.<br/><br/>Was this the effect of a man who was never given attention?<br/><br/>"You..should hurry off.. Really Mr. Busson, so you can get..home." he murmured and turned his head, his face only reddening more so.