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- Drama, angst, dark roleplays, yaoi, modern, set in the future, romance, horror, family, coming of age. I like a lot of shit.
Today hadn't been especially terrible.
That's what Callum told himself. He woke up this morning, on his small twin bed, and he actually wasn't still tired. Bradon was still asleep, snoring as loudly as ever. Brandon was a ten-year-old boy, whom Callum had to share a room with. During the day, the small blonde headed boy was as quiet as a mouse, you'd never even know he was there. But at night was another story. His snoring sounded much like a leaf blower. Callum had grown accustomed to it. He used to complain when he first moved in, but after three months of living with each other, it didn't bother him much at all. He went downstairs to have breakfast, and they actually had milk. So he was able to have cereal with milk. Callum had been having dry cereal for breakfast for the last week because the orphanage had been short on cash, or whatever. The cereal had been slightly stale, but that was endurable.
Steve came down not long after Callum settled himself on the couch with his cereal, and they bickered over what to watch for a moment, but it didn't end physical, which was a pretty big plus. Steve was a sixteen-year-old boy. Callum's old roommate. The caretakers the orphanage thought it would be great to put the two in the same room, because of how close in age it was. But Steve was a douche. He instantly tried to show his dominance by picking on Callum, making fun of his vitiligo. Callum punched him in the nose, breaking it. Thus started there never-ending feud. However, they didn't fight this morning...At least they didn't throw punches, so that was great.
Like he said, today wasn't especially terrible.
After breakfast, and watching tv for hours, he went back to his room. Crouching onto the floor, he pulled out a small shoebox. In the shoebox were comic books. Callum had never been big on comic books before he was put in the orphanage. Well, before he never had the money to buy comic books, so he never read them. However, here at the orphanage, they sometimes treated the kids with random gifts. Tegan, his favorite social worker, brought him two comic books to read. Said one of her sons doesn't read them anymore. At first, Callum thought it was so lame. Reading comics? That was so lame. But, he got pretty into it. He loved X-Men comics. He loved Mystique the most. Sure she was a villain, but to be able to be any person in the world? He'd love that power.
He wanted to be anyone but himself. He was ugly. He was cursed. He was...He was just a waste. His father would call him a pussy, or a coward. His ad often reminded him of what a scared bitch he was...Father of the year, am I right? Callum flipped through the pages, his discolored eyes taking in every single detail of the page. Brandon had already gone downstairs, maybe to go interact with the other five kids of this small orphanage, so Callum had the room to himself as he read.
Today wasn't an especially terrible day.