"Get out."
[Marso Harr] was kicked out of his own home once more for dropping one of the heavy tools he was asked to bring again, like most other days. The child used to cry every time he got kicked out, but he was 14 now and had to be used to it, like all the other kids. This is normal, right? Not being allowed to have dinner or sleep comfortably, forced to sleep in the yard with the dogs; just another normal day for Marso in London, 1833.
Or so he thought. It wasn't actually normal at all, he was just neglected and abused like this because he's mildly autistic, but he still loves his parents.
After sleeping in the 'cozy corner' he made with an old carpet for a bed and a bunch of old clothes hung on some string for privacy, He went inside, made himself breakfast and went to school. He actually enjoyed cooking, it was fun to see it happen and taste what he made.
There, he saw who he thought of as his best friend. He raised a hand and smiled, about to wave, only to get pushed into the mud. Another lovely greeting as usual! He smiled, getting up, wiping the mud away with a handkerchief and walking to class; Kurt was so nice to put in the effort of greeting him everyday, never missing a single day unless he was out sick!
He wasn't given anything to write with like the other kids, so a few years back he managed to take a nail and nail it through a small wooden stick he carved from a thicker stick and dips that into ink. He's been using that since he was 8, and recently he's managed to finally make a tiny hole through the whole nail so now he just pours the ink into the back of the pen and-
"[Harr] NOT AGAIN" The teacher yelled as ink spilled on the table a bit. Marso looked up and chuckled nervously, cleaning up. The teacher sighed and continued on with the discussion. She felt bad for the boy, so nice but always getting pushed around, but this was getting tiring!
He cleaned up and made sure the tiny cork at the end of his pen was put on firmly before continuing to write his notes.
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He realized he forgot to pack his lunch again, and sighed as he had nothing to eat. If he tried to get some of the food that came with the education, his friends would just take it all so he usually packs his lunch and eats alone elsewhere. He'll just have to be extra careful later when he gets home. He sat there, just staring at his feet until he remembered his recent project; he took out the small, unfinished pocket watch from his bag and started working on it.
Well, wrist watches already existed at that time, but he liked pocket watches more and that was all he had the materials for.
It was made from small things he found around the house; his father was a watchmaker, after all. He's watched him make watches enough to know a bit on what to do.. He sat there, making the watch in silence. He was quiet a lot, anyway; he didn't really have anyone to talk to, and not much to talk about. He likes cooking and tries to make watches hoping to impress his father, and that's all there really is to say on the matter.
Well, red is a nice color? He guesses so.
Later he got tired and put the watch down and back into his pocket. He managed to fix a cover onto it already, so it'd be fine. He took his bag and went back to class, where he struggled to learn Greek and Latin, unlike most other kids. He started school a couple years later than all the others since it took him longer to speak because of his autism, and his parents didn't want to send him to school yet. He thinks it's because they're worried he might struggle like he is now, but in reality they just don't want his existence in the public.
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"Oi, [Harr]!"
Marso looked up to see Kurt again. He grinned and waved. Kurt scrunched his face up in disgust and took one arm and started pushing him harshly with it, the other hand in his pocket.
