The sun was shining brightly, so brightly that Marcus was staring at it with awe. He couldn't stare at it for long, however, because it would just hurt his eyes. Marcus put on his favorite shirt and jeans, put on his shoes, and went out the door.
Oh, what a beautiful day it was! He could feel the smooth breeze of fresh oxygen in the air. The warm wind was blowing into his face and hair. He was feeling a tone of serenity; something that he hasn't felt before.
Marcus walked a long way to get to his destination. It was so far, but he kept pressing on with determination. He had to climb up hills and mountains. His arms were getting tired and his breathing was getting heavy. However, he would never give up. He had one final climb before he would make it.
He put his hands on the various rocks. He tried and succeeded. There was one more ledge. He took a deep breath. He put his tired hand up and put it on the ledge. He put his other tired hand up. Just one more ledge, he thought, don't give up. He put the hand on the ledge. He pulled himself upwards. He did it.
He walked for a bit and sat down. He saw the impressive view that was to be had. He saw for miles. Finally, in the distance, he found some buildings. Those buildings were the village of the monsters.
Marcus never really understood monsters. He had never seen a monster. That's because he had been separated from them his whole life. Word on his street said that the monsters were out of the mountain that they had been living in for so long, Mount Ebott. They said that was one year ago.
He reached for his pocket and took out a ham sandwich. He took a bite out of it. There were so many questions about monsters to be asked by Marcus. Someday, he might travel to the village of the monsters…if his foster parents would let him. He finished the sandwich and stood up. He felt the breeze between his fingertips, and it felt so good. However, he had to come home at a certain time, so he climbed back down the mountain.
He entered his house and went into his room. He took out a notebook and started writing in it.
There were so many wonders in Marcus's notebooks! He would write and sketch all day about the questions he had for monsters. What do they look like? What happens when a human soul and a monster soul combine? Can humans date monsters? He had so many questions that had to be answered in so little time!
That's when his foster father walked in. He saw Marcus's notebook and gave him a good wrap on the knuckles. His foster father then took the notebook and threw it in the trash. "Don't fix that, son."
"What do you mean?" Marcus replied.
"Don't you get it?" his foster father replied, "I don't want you to question about monsters. They're disgusting creatures. They shouldn't have been out of that comfortable mountain at all."
"But…" Marcus replied.
"Hush, son," his foster father replied, "It is a pact that we have made since you got here, and you're never going to break it." He then walked out. Marcus flopped on his bed and groaned.
There was another thing that Marcus never understood, and that was love. He had never been loved ever since his biological parents died when he was a baby. His foster parents never loved him, and he never understood why. Isn't the point of a parent is to love their children and make them grow?
Marcus decided to wonder in his head. It was much harder to do so than on a notebook. Why did the monsters live inside of a mountain? What got them out of it? Why do my foster parents hate monsters? Sometimes, Marcus wonders if his foster parents really are monsters.
Finally, he hatched a plan. When his foster parents went to bed, he would sneak out with a flashlight in hand and go to the village of the monsters, just to see what the residents look like.
His foster parents "forgot" to feed him again. So, he went into the kitchen and made another ham sandwich. He ate it up slowly. After eating the sandwich, he entered his room and waited for his foster parents to go to sleep. When they did, he grabbed a flashlight, and tiptoed to the front door. Then, he exited the house. Have I done them a favor? Marcus thought, Did they not want me?