Coco fanfic-To Be Forgotten

School

I tried to find out as much information about what school in Mexico is like, but if you have gone to Mexican school, and my information is incorrect, please let me know in the comments below so I can change it. Happy father's day!:)

Miguel's POV

I ended up not getting any more sleep, mostly because I was too scared to close my eyes for any time period longer than a minute. I waited in bed for my parents to wake me up like they usually do at 6:45 or so, but when it reached 7:15 on my clock, I realized they probably forgot to make sure I was up for school. It wouldn't be that unusual, as they'd done it before, though it'd been becoming a more and more regular thing.

'They're forgetting you,' a dark voice whispered gleefully in my mind. 'No!' I shook my head vehemently as I got dressed for school. I put on my school uniform, which consisted of an uncomfortable white dress shirt with a black tie, as well as an itchy red vest to go over it that had my school's emblem on it, and black pants. I looked at the small hand-held mirror I had in my room, trying to tame the rat's nest I called my hair. Giving up after a couple minutes, I quickly pulled on my old black jacket, walking out of my bedroom. I hurried to the bathroom, grinning when I found it was empty, a very rare sight in the morning for a family as big as mine. I brushed my teeth and then ran down the stairs to breakfast.

"Ay, Miguel! No running in the house!" Scolded Abuelita. "Sorry," I smiled sheepishly at her as I sat down, watching as she piled too much food onto my plate.

I looked for my parents, realizing with a frown that they weren't there. "Where are Papá and Mamá?" I asked, cutting up my food into small pieces, so it would look like I'd eaten when I really hadn't. I felt bad, tricking my Abuelita into thinking I'd eaten, but I really wasn't hungry. Just the thought of food made me nauseous.

"They're taking care of Coco," said Rosa as she ate her breakfast slowly, one hand supporting her head as she brought her fork to her mouth with her other.

"Your parents are very busy these days with the baby. You can't expect them to spend the same amount of time with you as before." Aunt Gloria gently reminded me.

"I...I know," I muttered, looking down as I pushed the food on my plate around some. "I...was just going to say good morning to them." I lied, glancing up at my aunt with a weak smile. She didn't need to know about all of my childish insecurities.

I fought back a sigh as I gave the excuse that I had to get to school early to ask a teacher a question, before I quickly grabbed my backpack, and ran out the door.

"No running, Miguel!" I heard Abuelo yell faintly as I headed to school. I chuckled slightly, slowing my pace to a walk so I could take in my surroundings.

It was a nice day out, and there was no sign of the dark gray clouds from yesterday. I was careful to avoid the puddles left from last night as I began my walk to school, which would take at least twenty minutes.

I kicked at a pebble, thinking over the past 24 hours. 'Gosh, I acted like such a baby last night, running to my parents,' I kicked the rock farther away, into the street. 'Why can't I just be like normal kids, and have nightmares about, I don't know, snakes and heights or whatever.' I thought glumly.

'I wish I could tell my family what happened,' I sighed dismally as I spotted the school, lifting the hood on my jacket. 'They'd just think I'm loco though, and put me in an asylum.' I shuddered, imagining myself being forced into a straight jacket as my parents told me it was for my own good.

In my peripheral vision, I could see two large boys coming towards me, twin sneers on their faces. My eyes widened as I recognized them, and I attempted to make a break for it into the school, knowing that they couldn't hurt me in front of a teacher. I made it a few feet before I was pushed forcefully from behind, falling hard to the ground.