Not Ordinary (For Spongeday's story contest"

He slouched down in the seat and waited for my name. “Brian, come in here please.” As usual, I was stuck in the principal’s office. “Have a seat, young man.” I sat down and faced her. “I think you know why you’re in here.”
“How, about you tell me why I’m in here.”
“Okay, well, you’re in here because you were supposed to be monitoring the halls.”
“Yeah, so?”
“So, there was a boy getting beat up, and you didn’t do anything about it. When asked why by a teacher, you said ‘What’s the big deal, it’s not my problem?’ Why did you say that?”
“Is there some rule that says I can’t?”
“No, but you were supposed to be monitoring so that that didn’t happen.”
“I didn’t really want to be a hall monitor.”
“Brian, Brian look me in the eyes. What’s this all about?”
“I don’t know. I just don’t care.”
“Okay, well go back to class.”

LATER THAT DAY-----
“Thank you for coming Mrs. Miller.”
“Was there some trouble with Brian?”
“He just doesn’t care anymore. See this?”
“Yes.”
“His paper from mid-terms.”
“He got an ‘f’?”
“Yes, he did. Now I don’t say this to many people but, you may want him get him checked out with a specialist.”
“Thanks. I’ll see what I can do.”

NEXT WEEK----
“Hello, nice to meet you Mrs. Miller. Brian.”
“It’s nice to meet you too, Dr. Calloway. Brian what do you say?”
“Whatever.”
“What I’m going to do is I’m going to perform a series of tests, that will test his emotional, physical and mental order.”
“Thank you.”
“Brian, come this way please.”

TWENTY MINUTES LATER----
“Mrs. Miller, could you come in here please?”
“What is it Dr. Calloway?”
“It would appear that Brian as a very special form of Asperger’s Syndrome.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means that he was functionally normally, until now. It just kicked in. He doesn’t have any of the mental or physical problems, but he doesn’t care, which is one of the symptoms of Asperger’s.”