Ko headed out of the house today, unnoticed once again. Sometimes it feels like that not even his foster family cares about him. His parents haven't found him yet, and its been almost three years, maybe they stopped caring. The little boy wiped his scarred eye, a tear was making his vision blurry. He was lonenly, a child with no hope of succeeding. Why should he even try. He grabbed his left shoulder with his hand and rubbed it. He was only capable of comforting himself, because no one else would. He sighed and looked around. The cave terrified him, he was not used to the dark. He came from Yuki after all, the white or the snow made him feel at home. He wiped another tear as he made his way to the academy.
He was told by Mrs. Akira that he had to attend the academy this year, along with Shira, his foster sister. He sighed, she terrified the small boy, something about her was off. Ko continued to shuffle his way to the acedemy, school was out, but he had to find his class before to or row, he had never gone before. He was making his way to the Grand Halls, when he tripped. He fell down and skinned his right knee. The boy's eyes filled with tears as he sat up, leaning against a near by wall to look at his knee. He felt it. The stinging was painful, and it was coming from his hands as well. He looked at them, they were skinned as well, but his knee was bleeding. The boy began to silently sob, but not a single bit f voice could be heard. He hugged his legs, pulling the. Into his chest. He was alone, cold, and frightened of his new home, what wax he to do? His face was buried in his arms as he hugged his knees, he took up barey any space, did he matter? Did it matter if he mattered? He didn't think so. The air around the boy dropped a couple degrees as he silently sobbed. He hated silence, but he could never get himself to break it... after all, he didn't truely matter...
He was told by Mrs. Akira that he had to attend the academy this year, along with Shira, his foster sister. He sighed, she terrified the small boy, something about her was off. Ko continued to shuffle his way to the acedemy, school was out, but he had to find his class before to or row, he had never gone before. He was making his way to the Grand Halls, when he tripped. He fell down and skinned his right knee. The boy's eyes filled with tears as he sat up, leaning against a near by wall to look at his knee. He felt it. The stinging was painful, and it was coming from his hands as well. He looked at them, they were skinned as well, but his knee was bleeding. The boy began to silently sob, but not a single bit f voice could be heard. He hugged his legs, pulling the. Into his chest. He was alone, cold, and frightened of his new home, what wax he to do? His face was buried in his arms as he hugged his knees, he took up barey any space, did he matter? Did it matter if he mattered? He didn't think so. The air around the boy dropped a couple degrees as he silently sobbed. He hated silence, but he could never get himself to break it... after all, he didn't truely matter...