Today it was snowing. The reports had said that it would be a good foot or so of snow. What would have been most little ten year-olds' dream was nothing to little Ienzo who sat in the middle of the floor immersed in a book. Snow meant absolutely nothing to him because he had always stayed in the house.
His blue-gray hair was long and his bangs brushed slightly over his eyes covering half his face. It was much too long for his mother's taste and she often yelled at him about it but then she yelled and screamed about everything. Ienzo sighed and went to the window. It had been broken in three places due to the fact that his mother had thrown something through it previous. Like yelling and screaming she always threw things as well. This was especially done during his parents' many fights.
Ienzo moved closer to the broken glass, touching it first with his hands and then reaching out of it. The glass cut his wrists slightly and he pulled back with a yelp of pain. This reaction is similar to dipping one's hands in boiling hot water. The reason for having done the previous action was so that he could feel the snow accumulate on his hands. For at this age most boys were curious and Ienzo was no exception despite his super intelligence. For at the age of ten he was already gracing the seventh grade. This he considered his own personal achievement. He wanted to disprove his parents whenever they said that he was their little mistake. He was not their mistake and he just wanted to impress. That was his only purpose in life.
The sound of footsteps mingled with voices came closer growing louder as they came. Ienzo jumped to the door, listening beneath the bedroom door. The voices completely inaudible, until he could pick up the tiny hint of the words "How dare you?!" screamed by his mother who obviously smashed something against the wall. Then there was his father's deep calm voice "What are you talking about I did nothing." His mother was obviously angry at something or another. The smallest things always got her angry.
The voices were growing faint now and all Ienzo could pick up was "Nothing, oh, that's the problem." This was obviously said by his mother before the far off sound of a door slamming could be heard. Ienzo rolled over away from the door. He got up and closed the shutters of the broken window where snow had started to pour in. He then sat under his bed, closed off from everything and everyone, alone in the dark quietness.