Monochrome p.o.v

Monochrome was walking home with Comet and Bloodstone, like usual.

Comet was chattering about some visiting Skywings. Mono wasn't really listening, they never really included him in their conversations anyways.

They ignored him almost as much as his parents did.

But not as much as them.

Once he got to his house, he said goodbye to his friends and went inside.

"Hello?" He called, no one walked into his parents study.

"I'm home."

"Yeah, yeah" his father said, not looking up from his work "we're busy so, be quiet."

His parents were always busy, or drunk, often both.

Sometimes they forgot to call him for dinner or wake him up for school, but more often than not, they forgot he even existed.

It had been like this for most of his life.

He stepped into his room, it was tidy and somewhat colourless. He took a scroll out of it's rack and lay on his bed to read.

After a while, he looked up and realized it was almost night.

Had his parents made dinner yet, or just forgotten to call him?

He walked in to the kitchen, and saw that his parents were eating.

They forgot him.

Again, like they always did.

He got himself a plate of food, and ate inside his room.

He didn't want to eat with them.

If the forgot him, so be it.

Welp, this wasn't much longer was it? (its almost the same length)