Losing Time

School

Lorcan was a young male, tanned skin with spiked brown hair. He was quiet and nervous. But the feature that put people off the most, was his big hollow sockets, no eyes, which surprisingly, didn't appear to give his sight problems. He was small for his age, and homeschooled due to problems at school. Despite everyone else's eccentric body parts, like wings and even gills, he had been bullied for his hollow eyes. Shunned for his silence and awkward nature. Disliked for being smart and reserved. His mother had finally decided one day that public school was not for him.

   Lorcan was bent over a piece of paper, his eyebrows knitted together in frustration, he let out a furious cry and laid his head down on the table. A few moments later his mother swept into the room, her face drawn tight with exasperation. She knelt down beside him, her blue eyes pools of worry.
"Lorcan you can't give up" she chided softly
"English is stupid" he growled back his hands bunching up into fists beside his head. His mother sighed heavily
"How about we take a lunch break, and I can help you afterwards?" She offered smoothly The child raised his head, a small smile playing on his lips. His mother laughed softly and gathered her dress in her hands, she steadily got up and smoothed out the rose colored fabric. She turned around and headed out of the room, her son in close pursuit. They entered the kitchen and Loyalty sat down at his chair.
"Mom?" He asked
"Yes sweetie?" She replied, her eyes not moving from the pan she had steak cooking in
"Why do I have to learn English"
"It's a school requirement" she said simply
"Why?" Lorcan pressed, ignoring the cracking noises coming from the steak that was steadily cooking.
"It's useful, not just in communicating but for other skills that are learned despite you not knowing"
"Oh" the small child said, accepting the answer with a small nod. His mother padded over to a cabinet, she opened it and grabbed two bowls. With a small smile she served Loyalty a bowl of steak cut up into small cubes, and rice. He carefully spooned the food into his mouth, his gaze thoughtful and quiet. After several long moments of slowly eating, he looked up at the space around him. The walls were a soft yellow, and a small, simple chandelier hung over his head. He sighed softly, and carefully ate the last spoonful of his food. He slipped off his chair and padded off into his room.
"Don't start without me!" His mother called
"Alrighty" he replied, staring at the sentences written in English he had sprawled out over a white sheet of paper in his messy, youthful writing.