WHEN THE SUN TURNED BLUE💦

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The chill night breeze tickled his tiny neck. The wind whispered "freedom" into his ears. He knew he'd regret what he was doing but he didn't care.
He took one last look at the mansion gate and smiled sadly.

"Goodbye", he whispered and started walking straight towards the bus-stop.
How much would a cab from here to zuba park cost? From Zuba to where then? There were to many questions but there was only one answer; he had to leave.

He wasn't wanted.

Getting to the bus stop didn't take long but there weren't any vehicles there. He checked his Ben10 customized wrist watch.

3:35am

It was still too early. What had gotten into him? What was he thinking? Maybe the absence of vehicles was a sign that he should go back home. It looked like he was the only one standing at the bus stop at that ungodly hour. He started getting scared.
Then, he remembered why he was here in the first place. He remembered the quarrel his parents had earlier. He remembered it was about him.

"You can take your son with you", his father had said.

"My son?! That thing is not my son! He is yours", his mother had screamed back.

"The boy definitely came out of you woman!"

"Ooh so he came out from me? Now, look, there's no history of dwarfism in my family"

"And there is in mine?", his father asked and raised an eyebrow.

"How would I know that? My biggest regret is giving birth to a creature like that! Do you know how embarrassing it is"

"What type of mother are you? Aren't you supposed to have "motherly" instinct you beastly woman!"

" Since you are not a beast, where is your fatherly instinct? You think I don't notice that you never take us to your various events? Because you are ashamed to be the father of a dwarf!!!!", his mother spat.

"Look here woman!, after this divorce, you are taking custody of that thing you gave birth to.I don't mind paying extra as alimony!"

" you are disgusting! I don't want your dirty money you idiot!"

"Isn't that what you married me for in the first....."

They had stopped when they noticed his tiny head in between the door that they had mistakenly left ajar.

It was quiet until his father snarled at him to get his stupid abnormal self out of the room.

Yes, he remembered everything so he continued to stand there underneath the dim moonlight.

He touched his pocket to check if they were still there. His father's wallet that he'd stolen off the dining table and a handful of his mother's accessories were still there.

The cold was increasing and the wind wasn't in the least bit gentle, then, it began to rain. Tiny trickles at first, then it got heavier. He ran underneath a shed. He began to wonder if they'd wonder where he was at least. Would they even care to look for him?
He knew he was abnormal. How would he forget? Every taunt, every stare, every pointed finger reminded him that he was a dwarf.

His mother had flown to America to have him. Seeing that her child was not "normal", she stayed there for a few years to hide him from relatives and friends. When she eventually came back to the country, she'd invested all her time and energy in making sure that very few people knew about her son's "condition".
She never failed to remind him that he was to always stay in his room when visitors were around. The few times he went out with her, she'd introduce him as her dead cousin's adopted son.

He was done with all that. He was running away from that life.

The rain wasn't letting up. His teeth started chattering. Was this a bad idea?

Thunder sounded from a distance and he shivered even more. Fear started creeping in. Maybe he should go back home.

HOME?

No,he didn't have a home. Besides, going back there meant going to school too. At least his parents were nice enough not to deprive him of standard education. His school was one of those ones full of rich snobby kids. It didn't help at all that he still had a bit of an american accent. In school he was "Zachariah Joseph, the dwarf that talked funny". That wasn't even his real name.
He'd been registered there under a fake surname so that there would be no proof to connect him to his parents. It was his father's idea. His mega rich business-man father that rarely acknowledged his existence.

As time kept crawling on, he began to wonder if it would have been better if he hadn't been at the door of their room that night. If he'd just gone straight to bed instead of going to show his parents his brilliant top-of-the-class examination results.

The rain continued. He started to conclude in his 13 year old mind that the rain was a sign or a warning from the forces of the universe. He had to go back.

However as he made to step out of the shed, the first cab that came to the bus stop pulled over in front of him.
"Where you dey go?", the cab driver asked.
He smiled. The forces of the universe couldn't stop Zachariah Oluwaferanmi Dhijari.

Author's note: hey! I know I'm really a weirdo😂. I started the book with the epilogue because I thought it'd be cooler that way

(yes, it's the epilogue that you read before. As my friend would say, prologues are overrated) .

I wish you a very happy reading session ( I don't know if that's even a thing) but as the yorubas would say "Eku kaawe"...or isn't that what they say?🤔..
Anyway, I hope you like it. Comments would be highly appreciated. My favourite colour is blue. What's yours?