Partly inspired by httpsCOLENSLASHSLASHyoutuDOTbeSLASHL2RKVoJGJMM
(I wish I owned kh, I don't)
It was dusk. The colors mixed creating a painting that was different every time and made Sora cry. Why you may ask? Sora was never able to see the dusk from a good view. He would never see the mixture of red blue yellow and pink.
Sora cried. His young fourteen year old body racked with tears.
'Would they like him?' he heard his mother say
Sora as a child had always been bedridden, so in turn he never went outside or to school. He would always be in his room watching movies but never feeling. Not a thing.
'He is smart they will'
"Sora! Come here!" His father said. Sora shrieked as he heard his father's deep booming voice and scrambled to get up. As he walked to the kitchen his hands trembled like leaves and tears still where leaking from his eyes creating rivers that emerged from his eyes
"Sora you will be going to school, with other children."His mother said
"There will be rules, the first of them is when school is over you MUST come home. Second: No-one comes home with you. Third; do as your teacher says."
Sora never got a word in anything.
AN: This is going to be rather boring until a few chapters ( but im not going to spoil the plot)