I wait for a long time while I eat my lollipop. After a while, Lahabiel and Mr. Book walk out of the room smiling at me.
Lahabiel asks me, "How was the lollipop?"
I answer excitedly, " Really yummy, thank you so much for the treat." Mr. Book says kindly, "How would you like to go to school here."I ask curiously, "What's school?" He looks furious. I walk backward, crying out, "Please don't hit me. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Lahabiel walks up and says, "He's not mad at you, little one. He is angry at your parents."He crouches down to me and picks me up gently.
Mr. Book walks up and pats my head gently, saying, "He's right, Mason. I'm not mad at you."Lahabiel says, "Could you take off your jacket, little one?"
My eyes go wide, "No, Please don't make me. You will be mad at me."Lahabiel says, "I promise no one here will get mad at you."
I carefully close my eyes and say, "I need you to put me down first, please." He puts me down gently. I take my jacket off carefully as Lahabiel takes it. I instantly hear them both gasp. Mr. Book says, "Can you open your eyes, please Mason?" I open my eyes and watch them both flinch at their color.
I was right. They're both angry. I want to run, but Lahabiel has my jacket. I don't know what to do, so I stare at them. I wait for them to say something.
After a while, Mr. Books says, " How old are you, Mason?"
"Seven Years old, Mr.Books," I say nervously.
His eyes widen as he says, "You are seven years old."
"Yes, I was born on September the 5th 2003 at 08:25 am.
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The Child Without Faith
General FictionThe story of an abused child in a world where your hair and eye color determine your status.