Muted Treasure

Why?

Present day

The sound of the alarm clock woke up a Cuban boy that was tangled in the bed sheets. He got up quickly and banged his head on headboard in the process, he held his head and rubbed the throbbing pain that shot through it. He looked at the clock which read seven-thirty in the morning. He grumbled as he got ready for school, he stumbled into the bathroom that was connected to his room. He looked in the mirror and frown at his unruly brown hair and once sparkling blue eyes. He never understood how people thought blue eyes were cute, when everyone said his were ugly. He hated my blue eyes and how they didn't sparkle like they used to. He hated how much he looked like his parents.

He looked away from them and picked up his toothbrush and continued his routine. He finished swiftly and went down stairs to see parents Blake and Justin in the kitchen eating and reading a newspaper. They looked at him and smiled brightly.

"Hey Lance! How did you sleep?" Blake asked, he stuck his thumb up and walked to his chair and sat down. Lance began eating and Justin folded his newspaper and looked at the boy and smiled.

"I have news, I recently got an offer for an office in New York. Boss said it's an amazing job and they pay good! Plus I get to work on advancements! So in simple terms we are moving....again."Justin said, Lance looked at him and shrugged, he didn't care that they were moving. They did it a hundred times already, it's  nothing new to the boy. Blake smiles and nods at her husband. Lance gets up and heads for the door, as he makes his way down the street to his school.

The entrance of the school was crowded and busting with other kids walking into school laughing and smiling with their friends. He shrugs the straps of his book bag on his back and walks down the hall. He didn't mind the isolation, he didn't wanna lose anybody else if he had the choice. The only people he'd really talk to is Blake and Justin. He makes his way to his locker and open it, notes falls out of it making Lance sigh as he picks the pieces of paper up neatly.

Mute
Fag
Ugly
Pathetic
Stupid
Die already!
Alone
Silence
Nobody

Lance looks at the notes one by one and he just shrug it off as he throws them in the nearby trash can. He throws his needed books in his bag, then began walk to his class. Just to his luck the bell rings before he gets to it.

Lance sighs as he kept walking to his class, he was almost there. He could see the door practically, but a group came into sight and he suddenly wishes he just stayed home. He stared tiredly at the group of kids that basically everyone calls "the popular ones". He didn't get why they were important, just because they had more money and were pretty didn't make them a god or anything. Lance tries to walk past the group, but one of the guys laughs and pushes Lance back to where he started.

"Hey mute, hows it going? Talk lately?" The guy said laughing, Lance kept his gaze at the door on the other side of the group. He tried to push past the group again, but the boy shoved Lance harder this time.

"Where you going? I'm not done with you yet!" He said pushing Lance against the wall next to the door. A couple people walked over from the group, they picked Lance up and held his hands behind his back. He struggled to get out of their touch, but nothing worked. The touch from the boys made Lance physically sick, his mind going miles per minute.

The leader started laughing at Lance's struggle and punched him in the stomach. Lance held his stomach, grinding his teeth begging himself not to make any noises. It would only make the boys feel successful in their attack, and he refused to give them the satisfaction.

"Awe what's wrong fag? You gonna cry?" The leader said laughing, Lance held his head low. Not looking at anything except for the while tile on the floor in front of him.

"Lou I think that's enough." A guy with black hair said, Lou growled at the shorter man. The boy staying quiet, not wanting to be next after Lou felt bored with Lance.

"Fine, but don't think your anybody special you muted freak!" Lou shouts and Lance flinches, the group leaves and he breathes out a breath. He pulls the straps of his bag closer and continues on his way. Not caring if he was late anymore.
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Word count:833

I'm doing MAJOR editing in this story, so I'm sorry if some of the comments don't make any sense to the story. Thanks sm!