Blue eyes, Blood Covered|| Boyxboy

Mason Forrest Johnson

(Kxtten)

Before I even knew what death truly meant I experienced it. Brutally might I add. Death- the thing everyone avoids thinking about, let alone talking about it. Thinking if they don't give it the time of day, they'd be able to avoid it's cold grip.

According to what I've been told, my mother went out to buy more formula since I was not latching properly. Ashton watched me that night, awaiting my mother's return which never came. An accident involving only my mother and an inebriated office worker. 90 miles too fast and 12 drinks too drunk. She died on impact which I assume is ideal in this situation. She would've been disabled had she survived. I was far too young to recall what happened but I'm sure it was hard on my father to suddenly learn he was alone in the parenting journey. He moved to the countryside in a mansion hidden from bypassers. Not visible from the road. We were pretty well off, being in the upper class. My father earned nearly 1.5 million dollars a year with his business. As most upper class families, I had a nanny. An older male in his 50s named Oswald. Very knowledgeable man. But seeing as my father had no interest in me I took to studying and reading as a pass time at the age of 4.

I enjoyed learning new things. It's a thrill to me even to this day- being able to solve math problems with ease or write an essay in detail without straining too hard. I started kindergarten as every kid should at the age of 5 but my teachers decided the material was wasted on me. I went straight to first grade in an honors class. Acing every test and always moving on to the next chapter faster than everyone else. Like I stated earlier, I really enjoy learning.

My childhood from the age of 4 to 6 was very uneventful honestly. I spent most days in our library attached to the living room and being bothered by my uncle, Dakota. Born two years before me to my maternal grandparents. Although he was older than me, he spent most days reading manga or watching television. Waste of a mind, if I'm honest. I didn't really let anything interrupt my studies and in fact I pushed my father to enroll me in an all boys school who works at your pace rather than based on age.

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At 7 years old I went away to St. Mark's school of Texas, living on campus and going through lessons quicker than the teachers were prepared for. That part of my life was possibly the most peaceful and serene it'll ever be. Though the school food chain requires smart kids to be "nerds" and athletic kids to be "jocks", thus resulting in me being bullied. I didn't really pay it any mind. Just ignore them and keep focusing on my studies. Children get bored of bullying if you do not give into it. At this time I didn't really run into too many problems because I kept to myself- buried in my academic work. Friends are a waste of time solely used to get a few seconds of serotonin and I got that same amount of joy from books.

"Hi I'm Colbi. We are gonna be partners for this project." I looked up from my homework at the boy standing in front of me. "I'll do it all, just leave me alone." I said, no malice intended. I just hated dealing with other students. He didn't budge. "N-no that's not allowed, I have to participate as well. We'll get in trouble." I sighed and agreed to let him come over to my dorm after arguing about whether he would let me do the whole thing alone. He wouldn't.

After that day, Colbi and I spent the month together completing a working volcano for the science fair that was required to pass the class. I honestly didn't mind his company, he kept to himself and worked diligently. He did however bring a lot more problems with him. The other students started to take notice of me since I was around him. I got many slurs thrown my way that I assumed were the same ones they'd been using to harass him.

"Hey, faggots." The jock stood in front of our presentation. "Nice mountain."

"Actually Daniel, it's a composite volcano made out of papier-mache. Though I can see how someone less intelligent than us would get them confused." I scorned him.