THE STORY OF US

CHAPTER ONE-FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL

The first day of school as an exchange student in Chicago felt like a fresh beginning of pranks and jokes for me for these low-minded people wouldn't know what hit them until it did ha! I can already smell the suffering in the air ha.

Changing school had become a normal lifestyle for me for I wasn't bordered not even the slightest bit, my father wasn't really happy about it but I was less concerned about his opinion for at least my grades were always at the top no matter the school I attended.

I was smarter than all the teachers I have met in all my life giving some corrections on their teaching in the middle of the class and getting the students to laugh was something I could never get tired of, you can call me a problem child for I was a big terror a very troublesome child I was like a time bomb exploding at every tick sounds the clock makes.

Having a lot of enemies in school wasn't the best thing for me to harbor because I was someone who also had a reputation to keep so the only way to escape their hungry hands when caught in the act was for me to flee for even the teachers would be after me.

Truth be told I wasn't always like this an arrogant student who only cared about himself, no, I was a kind-hearted boy with no fault I was simply my father’s everything apart from my mom whom he loved with all his heart or I thought he did until she passed away.

It was the most tragic incident but my father felt it not for after a year passed, she moved my stepmother my father brought in a replacement for my dear old mama and she took everything from her.

She took away her everything her home her husband her everything leaving my dear late mother with nothing but a cold body and her child.

for I grew a stiff heart towards them all vowing to never give her that joy of being called a mom no she can never replace my mom she can never have up to the level of love my mom showered on me she can never fill that place which was reserved only for a mom my mom.

I would never let her have me not in my entire lifetime for I would rather die to be with my mom even if death scares me to the brim, I would face that fear rather than allow her to call me her son because I can never be her son and she can never have a son like me.

walking into the class late as usual and for the first time here in Chicago. out of anger, my new math teacher Mr. Chalk yelled at me.

“Why are you late today on your very first day in school like you of all people with the review I got from your former school and with your background check notifying you to be from a noble home though am not quite sure which noble home because for some reason your dad asked the principal not to reveal it to the public even exempting me as well”

I smirk for my dear old daddy had played a card today not wanting me to tarnish his image he hid my Identity well played.

Noticing the smirk on my face Mr. Chalk got agitated he continued. “Well, that is my list concern, for now, I know why with you acting like this he may simply not be proud to call you his son, tell your name to the class, and find a partner to share a sit with”

He spoke all irritated but I wasn't a bit affected for he had gotten the privilege of being my first victim the first one to be a test subject for my brilliant pranks and I was going to give him my very best I smirked as I walked to make an intro.