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Prolouge: Mylo

Mylo has been running his entire life. Running away from bullies, running on the track team, and now, running from something much worse.

He still remembers the cheers, back when he would win the race and become the under dog at only 5 feet and an inch.

And the sweater vests and the glasses and the white tennis shoes wouldn't even matter. The people in the stands were cheering for him, not him.

But even if he won, the next day they would come to torment Mylo. The same faces from the race, would scream at him to quit, would yell at him to man up, that he couldn't do anything good, except be a punching bag. Oh the irony.

And so he did quit.

Mylo would walk the halls with bruises from forever ago, and bruises from just now. His mind would be numb and his face slack. And no one would stop him, they would just stare and then look away as quickly as possible.

He thought that this is what it must be like to have Down Syndrome, or be permanently in a wheel chair

This fear of not being normal, and you knowing it and everyone else knew it. That everyone else knew you were not fit for this society.

And Mylo hated it.

But Mrs. Mildred, his old Art teacher, would eventually be at his side to care for him, even if she couldn't protect him from his own family.

She would sit which him for hours as they both missed classes. And they would just draw, both in silence; with nothing, but at the same time everything, to say. Mylo thought of her like a second mother, a mother who cared.

But then Mrs. Mildred died, and he ran again.

—

Mrs. Silva, a lady with and annoying dog from the next town over, took him in. He transferred schools under a different name. Under a new life.

And South Colinson High School was good. Good teachers, decent students, but an old building. Apparently Mrs. Mildred had gone there.

And they had a track team.

He didn't try out, he wished he could, but Mylo knew he couldn't be known. And if he was in a sport the small Cans Hill Post would put a picture in. Even if he was under the name of Morgan.

But sometime somewhere, he saw a poster for young writers. And Mylo thought that that would be a distraction; that he could just go down town and sign his name on a silly slip of paper, and be able to write about the rivalry between the SCHS (pronounced 'Es-Chis,' as he later found out) Jaguars and the St. Marie Coyotes.

As he signed that fateful paper later that Thursday, he could feel the static in the air, the earth shift, and the world hold its breath.

And he thought what a wonderful metaphor it would be for an under dog story.

A/N
This was so hard to write, solely based on the fact that I have to foreshadow EVERYTHING
*Cough cough, hint hint*

So, sorry for the crazy shortness of this.

But I do think we'll see some major character development from Mylo in the very beginning.

Do you guys see a mood yet?
A theme?

(I sound like my English teacher, welp)

And for my friend JuneinWinter comment 'blood oranges'

Also thanks to Magic_of_Juniper for the feedback on the previous parts, (*southern accent here*) much appreciated.

-Jamie