Wrote this yesterday. Wish I'd had time for more.

Everyone got frustrated with him because he couldn't pay attention.

It was always, "Dillon, focus please. Do you want to be doing that math
problem all day?" from teachers, "Dillon, honey, I told you to put on a nicer
shirt half-an-hour ago. Now we're going to be late!" from his mother, and
"Yeesh, dude. What's up with you? We're talking about something totally
different!" from other boys his age.

Oh, and, "Son! Concentrate!" from Dad, barked out impatient and
grieved.

Didn't Dillon realize how.... how frustrating he was being?