It wasn't long before the bell did ring, and Henry ran to the line so he could walk into his classroom.

After the register, little Henry sat in his seat and sharpened a few pencils, "Henry Cavill, get your maths book out please." The boy egnored the teacher's request and carried on sharpening the pencil, making sure the point was perfect.

"Henry, your maths book, please!"

He got the book out, opened it and got to work, but said nothing. Why can't they like me?

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When Henry was asked to write on the board and show how he answered the question, he rolled his eyes, sighed, and walked slowly up to the front of the room.

When he at last got there, he was almost rude in answering the teacher's questions.

The class was over and the teacher was relieved to see the pupils walk out for assembly. He walked to the staff room to talk to Henry's other teachers about the boy.

The head teacher was there too, and she was deeply disturbed by Henry's behaviour. She had an idea, and wanted to try it out.

After the idea was explained, all the teachers agreed that it might just work...