--Mr Allen is above--
Ross' eyes we're opening, as the rays of the sun that was reflecting on his window hit his face. He shut his eyes again, feeling tired and annoyed by the sunlight. He turned over, hiding in his covers. His tear stains from last night we're still on his cheeks, and still shined whenever light met his face.
"Ross." a voice called. It was his mother. "Wake up. You have school." she says in a soft voice, and leaves the room. Ross sighed and sat up. He still had remembered what happened the night before. He never talked about his past life so much, because he hated it. He hated being called a nerd and loser back then. He hated the dark events that happened. He hated everything about himself. The only thing he ever loved then, was his fish Nyomie, his step-father, and his mother.
Now two of those things we're gone, and he wasn't planning on anything bad happening to his mother. His past was something he never liked sharing with others. It was where his dark secrets took place. Where everything was a nightmare.
When he was young and colored-blind (still is), he thought it was normal. He remembered his first phone number with indistinct colors. He thought all of it was normal. He thought it was normal to see letters and things in a different way.
He thought letters being switched was normal. When he was claimed dyslexic in 2nd grade, kids laughed and teased him, like in every kids nightmare. In every movie.
He thought it was all normal. But right when he discovered these things, thats when he realized that nobody was normal. That we are all fucked up. In a lot more than 50 ways.
That nobody had the same health or happy family. Nobody looked the same. Everyone was different and fucked up; but still human.
The whole way through his thoughts, he was now walking his way to school, with his sketch book at hand. The real life colors of the cover was orange, but it looked indistinct.
He arrived to his nightmare, at last.
Outside.
He climbed up the stairs, and found a person rushing next to him. "Hey Ross." she smiled at him. He replied with a wave, and they continued rushing up. They arrived to the art room, and saw Mr Allen sitting at his desk. There we're a few students in the classroom. "Come in." he says, with no eye contact. Mr Allen was always very....salty.
He sighed as he sat down with Laura beside him. He felt annoyed, yet... glad?
He took out his sketch book, and began to draw to leave the world. To escape reality. It was the only way to clear his mind. The annoyance of the quiet yet fucking loud community was shitty as hell, and was so easy to get lost in.. because thats how life works.
You leave one time in this world, and then you're gone forever. Even if you do come back.
Because that memory of it makes sure that you feel left out and empty inside. It makes you feel worthless and idiotic for doing whatever the hell you did. Its completely frustrating to other people on how he saw life. It was something he will always be judged by, because we humans judge without wanting to, meaning to, or just do it on purpose. Because its the way we are.
Its what creates problems, and it creates our fate to solve them. We have so many problems to solve, yet we ignore it because that's just how humans are. Ignorant, stupid, smart, all kinds of things because of the things we do. It gives u a lot of personal affects that can change the way people think of you.
"Alright class. Now that you're all here, first thing I'd like to say... is whoever has their artwork to hand in to the contest, please hand it in now." he says. 2 people get up and hand it. Now here comes the lecture.
He got up, and began to write on the chalk board.
ARTIST EYE
"Anybody know what artist eye is?" Mr Allen searched for someone to call on.
"Lynch?"
Well shit.
"Y-Yes?" my palms we're now sweating. "Whats an ARTIST EYE?" he asked.
"U-Um...." he stuttered. "I know you know the answer. Just say it." he pressures him even more. Finally he decided to call on someone else. "Caroline?"
"An ARTIST EYE, means and is to see the world with fuller meaning by having a fuller destination." she says, and snickers at Ross with her friends. He sighed.
He gave a full on lecture, until something hit him on the head. It was a crumpled up paper.
He picked it up, and opened it. He read;
I'm bored. ~ Laura
Really? Does she have to bug me during class too?
He wrote something down, and threw it back at her. They we're only sitting 3 seats away.
Well entertain yourself. -Ross
She rolls her eyes, and realize that Mr Allen turned around.
"Question, Ms Marano?" he asked. She shook her head. "No." he shrugs, and puts his chalk down, as she let out a sigh of relief.
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Hello there. Its early in the morning, and I'm going on an ice skating trip. :D But yeah........ ANYWAYS I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Comment, and share your thoughts! <3 <3
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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...
