Strong people don't cry because they're weak, but because they've been strong for far too long.
"Mom... why is dareth ignoring me?" Asked a 13-year-old lloyd.
"He- uh- I don't know" lied koko though gritted teeth, rembering that she had gotten a call from darth's mother saying that she didn't want her son to be friends with Lloyd.
Lloyd knew better then to believe Koko when she was acting so suspicious.
"Is it because I'm the son of Garmadon?" Asked lloyd, his eyes tearing up.
"Oh, honey. It's ok. I know that it must be hard for you, but-" Said koko, trying to comfort Lloyd.
"No! Why can't people understand that I'm not my father!" Shouted lloyd running to his room and locking the door. Koko walked over, and raised her hand to knock, but found herself unable to. She knew that he proably needed some alone time. She walked back to her room, and picked up a book she was reading, windborn (real book, great book also), and flipped through the pages.
Meanwhile, Lloyd was playing a video game on his phone. He sighed and set it down.
"It just isn't fair. When they look at me, all they see is him." He Whispered to himself, "and, I guess if people arn't going to see me as anything other then shady, and evil, why try to be anything else?"
He waited for the night. When koko came to get him for dinner, he simply shouted at her to go away. She did, knowing that her son was going through a lot and proably didn't want to be disturbed. When she walked back into the dining room, she picked up a framed onto of her and her and Garmadon, holing lloyd and smiling. Tears welled in her eyes, as she rembered the good times she had had with Garmadon before they broke up. She sat down, and ate her dinner, smiling to herself as she thought about so many a happy day.
Unfortunately, her son, sitting in his room, could not understand what she thought. All he thought about was his hatred toward his father, and his hatred toward dareth's mom. Dareth, despite being a moron was his only friend, because kids tended to be scared when they were near or around the son of the dark lord. He had a plan, he would sneak out, after koko went to bed, and he would find his father. He would then ask him to take him as a apprentice, and hope for the best. He waited, and before koko went to bed, he gathered up some of his things into a backpack and prepared to leave. When the lights finally went out in her room, he grabbed the backpack and snuck out of his room, into the halls and stairs of the apartment, and onto the streets, heading for the docks, so he could call his father to pick him up.
Koko sat in bed, unable to sleep. Somehow, she knew that something was wrong. She got out of bed, and walked across the hall to her son's room. When she opened the door to find him wrong she nearly had a heart attack. She ran into her room, and pulled a winderbeaker on over her pajamas. She rushed outside, grabbing a flashlight from the kitchen, and searched frantic,y for her son. She yelled his name over and over, and she finally, after a half-hour of searching, found him on the docks, dialing a number on his phone. She pulled him into a hug, crying.
"I thought I lost you..." She Whispered, petting his messy hair down.
"Mom, What are you doing?" Asked lloyd.
"I was searching for you! You scared me so much!" She Yelled at him. "Come on we're going home!" Her kind voice changed to a agrivated shout as she grabbed her son by the ear and dragged him back to her home. Got back, she sat him down at the dinner table, and they talked for a little while. About many things. Why he had ran away, what had been happening at school, and even some of their favorite books and shows. When he finally went to bed, koko and himself felt so much more secure, in a way. In a way that no matter what happened, they would have each other, no matter what.