How Ross sees the world ^
It was another day of shame, the day after his father left. His father wasn't abusive really. He loved Ross and his mother. But, his mother and him we're having problems, and it led to other things that we're kind of terrible. Ross was woken up by his mother kissing him on the forehead. His eyes opened, and he sees his mother walking out the room. "Mom?" he calls for her before she left. She turns to him, with a face of warmth. At least to him. "I'm sorry, did I wake you?" she asks. He shook his head, sitting up. He lied. She did wake him up, but he didn't mind. "Where are you going?" he asks. "I'm going to run some errands. Will you be okay here?" she asks him, running her hand through his hair. "I'll be fine." he assures her. She smiled and nodded, and kissed his forehead once again. She leaves the room, as her footsteps fade away.
Ross looks at his clock.
10:00 AM.
He got up on his feet, slightly cringing at the connection of his feet to the freezing cold wooden floor.
He walked over to his bathroom, and looks in the mirror. He sees dried drool next to his mouth.
He never worries about it. He washed his face, and brushed his teeth.
After he got himself ready for the day, he walked down the stairs, and into the kitchen, that smelt like pancakes and french toast. He fount a plate over a plate, with a note over it:
Here is some breakfast sweetie. See you in a few hours!
Love, Mom <3
He smiled and opened the plate. It was french toast.
He warmed it in the microwave, before eating it at the table.
He sighed, alone at the empty house. Life was so much easier when he was a kid. He wasn't so terrified of being alone and left behind forever and not mean anything to the world.
Ross took out his sketch book, and flipped to a blank page. He took out a pencil, and began to draw his pet fish. Only with triangle. Triangles make life easier.
Everywhere he goes, he sees shapes. The shaped with distorted colors. When your colored blind, you don't just see black and white like what people like to say. You can still see colors, but, the colors all look indistinct. They all fade into something different, confusing your brain.
Every human he saw was millions of triangles. Every part looked like a triangle. He flipped to a different page, as different thoughts rush through his brain. He began to draw a women, with only triangles. It was a school assignment.
He had English, Math, Art & Design, Photography, History, and Biology.
Today, he had an extra period that he wanted to take. It was Art & Design As said, his theory was that you can pretty much do everything with triangles. Especially, art.
He finally finished up at the perfect time, and looked at his art work. (On media)
He closed his book, and got up. He had to get to his class.
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As Mr Allen gives a lecture, Ross decides to doodle. "Ross Lynch." he calls. Ross looks up, and notices him standing right in front of him. "Your work?" he asks. "Oh right." Ross rushed through his papers, and pulls out the piece he worked on last minute. Mr Allen looks at it, and his eyes brows raised. "Creative. Impressed." he says with a voice of impress. He collects it, and moves on to the next student. As he collects others, he doesn't say a word. "Do you like it?" a British girl asks him, as he collects hers. He looks at it. "Nice." he lies, and puts all the work on his desk. The art teacher was always blunt, and wore an eye patch. He lost an eye years ago in the military.
"Alright class." he began to speak, as Ross completely lost track of what he saying. He sighs. "Got that Mr Lynch?" he asks. Ross' face froze. "Um... yeah." he says. "Wow. I didn't even say anything to you. That's how I know you aren't paying attention." he says. Ross' face flushed, as some kids we're snickering and laughing about it. "Anyway! Class is over." he says. Kids rushed out the class, as Ross was the last one. He gathered his stuff together, and put on his bag. As he was walking to the door, he happened to stop by a girl. "Hey. You okay?" he asks with concern. The girl had her head down. "I'm fine." she says. He continues to walk, and slightly rushed to the door before Mr Allen could see him.
"Lynch! Stop right there!" he says.
Fuck!
"I want to speak with you." he says to him. Ross slowly turns around, and walks to him. "I really liked your art work. I want to talk to you about huge scholar ships that you could get with your art work." he says. Ross nods. "Okay." he replies quietly. He was always shy and nervous around teachers. Especially Mr Allen. He was afraid he would say something wrong, and ruin everything. He had anxiety.
"Is anything bothering you? You've seem a little off lately. Are you okay?" he asks. Ross nods. "I'm fine." he fake smiles. "I'll let that one slide." he says. Damn! He's good!
Ross walks out of the class, feeling weight being lifted off his shoulders. He sighs in relief, and quickly rushed out of the school.
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Ross got home, finally, and he automatically kicked his shoes off, leaving them on the side of the front door. "Mom!" he calls. No reply. She was still out probably. He sat his table, and suddenly, gained a knock at the door. He got up slowly, and went to open the door. He opens it, and reveals a certain person.
"Hey Ross. I'm here for your therapy session, and tutoring a long with it." Laura says. He rolls his eyes. "Come in."
She walks in, admiring the place. "Your house is so pretty." she says.
"You mean small? We're not rich you know." he says. "I know that." she says. They sat at the round table. "Okay Ross. I need you to tell me of your past. I want to know you." she says. He just sat there. Every time he thought of his past, he shivered, and he palms would get sweaty.
"Are you okay?" she asks him, feeling worried. "Yes." he lies. There was something about his past that he never shared with anybody. Not even his mother. He was too ashamed and embarrassed. "Tell me Ross." she says. He gulps, as she hoped he would say something. "Its too personal." he mumbles, loud enough for her to hear. "I know. I don't share anything to anyone. Its just between you and me." she says. "I...." he began. "I..." the words we're hard to produce. He was too broken to say. "I was... molested as a child." he says, as he felt like crying. He immediately wanted to take it back. Laura writes on a notepad, feeling surprised herself. "What was her name?" she asked.
His breathing wasn't easy. "It wasn't a girl...."
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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...
