*Hyobe "speaking"
It all stated twelve years ago.
"Hey dork hurry up with our stuff or we're gonna be late."
"Yay hurry up dweeb."
"Why are we even bringing him, he's just a waste of space. He should be back at the foster home where he belongs."
No
"Come on guys, leave him alone. Besides it's what he should be used to by now."
No I'm not.
"Aw! Is the little baby going to cry. Why won't you say anything?"
"Dude, did you forget,"
no, don't say it,
"he can't speak."
Why did you have to say it!
"Do you guys know the rumors about him?"
There are so many I'll be surprised if they haven't heard any.
"Which one? There are about two or three that I know. If you want I can name them."
Why must you look at me like that? What have I done to you? What rumors do you know? All of these questions and I can't even voice one of them.
"Well, apparently, his parents were killed right in front of him, which is why he's in a foster home,"
please stop,
"his adoptive father beats both him and his adoptive mother,"
no more, please,
"and the final rumor no one likes him, but that one is obviously not a rumor." They all just laugh and laugh.
Why won't they try and be nice to me?
I hope this day at the pool goes by quickly.
After the twelve year skip
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How It Unraveled
FantasyFollow the story of eight chosen people and their journey through their lives being considered "special". (I do not own any of the pictures, but the ideas are mine.)
