Ross sat behind a tree, taking out his notebook full of all sorts of things inside. Things he wouldn't want anyone to read. Because if anyone would read it, they would immediately think he's nuts. Well, at east teenagers. I mean, what teenager reads shake spear? Barely. Its very hard to find kids who actually like shake spear.
He opened to a new page. He began to draw shapes like triangles and circles. He suddenly heard his cell phone ring.
It was his iPhone 5 that he had finished paying with the help of his mother and father about a year ago. He looked at the caller ID, and it read, Unknown.
He questioned the call in his head, but decided to pick it up anyway. "Hello?" he asks. A familiar voice replies. "Hey honey."
"Mom? Whats the matter?" he asks, playing with his string that was hanging from his hoodie. "Well....I...never mind. I'll tell you later..Volim te Ross.."
"I ja tebe mama." (I love you too mom.) he says in Bosnian, and he hangs up. He wonders about why she was acting like that. "So you speak Bosnian?" a voice crept up from behind. He turns around, and sees her standing beside the tree. "Well my father is half-Bosnian, and Muslim, and then my mother is Jewish. I grew up speaking Bosnian and English...." he says. And he wonders, why is he telling her about himself?
"I'm Christian." she says. "So are you Muslim?"
"No. I'm an atheist." he replies, and continues to draw. She sits down beside him. "I used to be Christian." he says. "What happened?"
"Well, after all the bad things that happened to me and people saying god means the best and loves you, I didn't believe anymore. There was no point in how many prayers I gave. Something always happened to me." he says, and he switches to a different pencil, for a different shade.
She sighed. "Things happen for a reason." she smiles. It was silent. All you could here was his pencil being dragged around the paper. "So you're an only child?" she asks. He nods. "Yes."
All of the sudden, his phone rang. He took it out, and answered.
"Sta?" she just watches him as he listened. "Ne!" he said in a harsh voice. "Samo ne rade nista!" he shouts, and hangs up. "What was it?" she asks. "And why do you wanna know?" he said with an attitude. She raises an eyebrow. "I'm just trying to NICE! Okay!? Jeez!!" she snaps right at him, and gets up, stomping off. He sighed and rolled his eyes, looking down at his paper once again.
He puts his book in his bag, and he got up, picking his stuff up. He walks across the campus, passing by a few people. He finds Laura sitting at a wooden bench. He walked over to her. "Laura." he says. She looks up. "Look who's here." she says. "Look. I'm sorry. I'm just...pissed." he says. "Aren't we all?" she remarks. He rolls his eyes, thinking about regretting to say sorry to her.
"Alright look. I'll give you a ride home." she says. Ross' eye brows raise. "What? Really? Are you sure..." he says. She nods. "Yep. C'mon." she gets up, and he follows her to her car. It was actually a little rusty pick up truck.
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"Here you are..." she says. He nods. "Err....thanks....." he says, and he quickly leaves, and knocks on his door. She watches him. She sees a man open the door, and pulled him inside roughly by his arm, slamming the door. Laura raises her eyebrows, and decided to ignore. Its none of her business anyway.
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Ross and his father argued loudly, screaming in all different languages. First English, then Bosnian, and then all the way to Swedish.
His father gave him a slap across the face, enough to leave a red hard mark. "CAZIM!" my mother yelled my fathers name. He looked at her. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?" she yells at him, and walks over to Ross, hugging him tightly.
They soon start arguing, and the screaming was too much. Ross immediately left the house, and just sat at the doorstep. He still had his bag. He took out his notebook, and began to work on his drawing.
He flips to a new page, starting to write a graph on how he was feeling.
He believed that math could show feelings.
He wrote an equation about his parents:
M2 x D5 + Arg5 x 3y = Div
He sighs.
Equals divorce.
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Fanfiction"They always say that dyslexics are actually born to be very successful in life. I never believed that, until I met you." ------------------------- Ross lynch has had dyslexia ever since he was really little. His mother started to notice his behavio...
