Hidden and Oppressed (Classwork)

Hidden and Oppressed

   It is the fluctuating year of 2021. The date is October 27. Lezing Tarver is a very typical 16-year-old. He has very little distinguishable traits. His speech patterns, the way he conducts himself, and his lifestyle are all extremely average. Things like studying, socializing, and sports never seem to interest him. He is currently lounging on his bed, delaying important matters with trivial thought.

   "New York is an awfully big city," he said to himself, glaring outside of the window in his room. "You would think that with all of these people around, the slightest disturbance would cause complete chaos," he finished his thought. His cat, Finley, heard Lezing talking to himself, so she pushed the already cracked door a little more open so her body could fit through the opening. She jumps up on to the bed on which Lezing is sitting. He nearly jumps as well, frightened by the sudden movement in the quiet room. Finley was only a kitten, so scaring her like how he would have if he had jumped early on could have some serious consequences later in her life.

   Lezing stroked the cat idly, his mind still wandering. Whether it be fortunately or unfortunately, his family wasn't home enough to see the variety of bad habits that he has gotten accustomed to. Deciding that he should probably take some responsibility himself, he grabs his backpack and resolves to complete his homework. After finishing a good three-quarters of his total homework sum, the clock strikes 10:00 pm and Lezing is off to bed.

   The next morning, he wakes up and prepares to head to school. Lezing brushes his teeth, showers, and eats a meager breakfast before getting in the car to leave. It doesn't dawn on him very often, but Lezing's parents are actually pretty wealthy. They owned a relatively large apartment and could have bought bigger, but they like being around people. He could see why successful salespeople would be comfortable around people.

   When he arrives at school a little early, he uses this time to try and rush the quarter of homework he had yet to do. As he sits outside the school building, he hears the voice of a passerby.

   "Speaking of that, have you heard the news about people having magic powers? It freaks me out, especially since we can't tell if they're human or magi."

   Of course, Lezing had been aware of this news. Rather oddly, he takes the side of the magi, whose abilities could rather easily kill a few humans. He feels as if the discrimination between human and magi is completely unfounded, especially since magi are human with extra genetic code. Inhumane experiments are conducted on these people in attempts to forcefully draw out their magic ability. The issue of magi experimentation remains widely controversial. Pushing the thought to the back of his mind, he enters the school and endures school.

   He let out a sigh of relief once his final class was dismissed. It was Friday, and while Lezing still had to work, being able to slightly delay the work necessary for his homework was great. He drove home immediately and slept the rest of the day away. As he unlocked the door to his apartment, he realized how much of a mess he'd been leaving around the house. On his nightstand, a half eaten pizza lay turned on its side next to a sleeve of saltine crackers. Dirty clothes littered the house with a slightly higher concentration near the foot of Lezing's bed. Since his parents were coming home this weekend from their traveling, he'd better clean up if he didn't want to get in trouble. With that thought repressing his more dark ones, Lezing got to work.

   "Lezing, my darling! How've you been?" his mother asked, practically breaking down the door in excitement. It was the next day. His mother loves him a lot, but her job required her to be elsewhere. This goes for his dad too. However, his dad has been emotionally reserved even with his family for as long as Lezing can remember.

   "I've been well. How about you guys? How's work?" Lezing replied to his mother.

   "It's been how it has been. Tedious, but it pays well. Even though we don't get to see you often, I'm glad we make enough money to provide for your needs. I only wish we could be closer to home while working," his mother complained. They owned a really successful real estate empire but chose relatively tame housing.