Sunday, 30 May 2010
12:35:12 AM (GMT)
I crossed the final item off my list. Everything was stashed neatly beneath my bed,
tucked into a small daypack I took from my mothers collection of bags. Normally I
would have just used my schoolbag, but it was too bulky and noticeable. I needed
something lightweight and inconspicuous.
I knew my father would be coming to call me down for dinner soon, so I needed to
appear normal. I sat down in the oversized executive chair that blended nicely with
the rest of the oversized furniture in my room. I pretended to study one of the many
textbooks scattered across my unnecessarily huge mahogany credenza desk.
As expected, my father stepped into my room. "Zephyr," he said in his typical
monotone voice, "It's time for dinner."
I shrugged. It was only hard to act normal when you wanted too. "I'll just eat in
here." I said not looking up from my book. I knew he wouldn't allow it. He never did,
but that never stopped me from asking before.
"You're coming down to eat with your family." His voice steadily grew colder. "It's
your sixteenth birthday. You'll act proper so you don't embarrass us in front of the
I took some fake notes and turned the page. Birthdays were so overrated. Why should
you celebrate getting older? "I'm not going down there. I have finals coming up
soon." I smiled as my father stormed out of my room. He would send butlers to
'escort' me to the dining room where I would eat some gourmet meal cooked by 'The
best chefs Saga had to offer.' After dinner I would receive gifts from people I'd
never even seen before and listen to my mother talk about when I was just a baby. The
guests would leave little by little and the maids would begin cleaning. My parents
would head to their room to discuss the women that they found nice enough to be my
future wives. Everything would go as planned...or so I thought.
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