A year goes by very quickly, now in year nine I hope for a more relaxing year. The end of the embellished bed is clearly there when my eyes stray from the psychology book. It was very interesting (not). I was lying with my head on an upright pillow at the head of the bed, on legs was bent while the other straight and one hand was holding the book while the other prepared for the next page turn. The book was actually quite boring because everything I knew about this subject was basically listed in this book, it's all logic and I knew it from the moment I could think with a clear mind.
I got up from my position while shutting the book with one hand, I held it downwards while looking at my shelf to see if I had any interesting novels.
I decided on a children's book because, why not.
The book I picked up was called a wrinkle in time, I read the summary and it sounded like a good story. Just as I turned to read about Meg, mother then called me down for a talk. Well guess the pleasures in life are short.
"Coming!"
"Hurry up you slow child!"
Tsk, have some patients you old hag!
Mentally I was getting mature but as you could see there are still some points that I needed to fix up.
When I got downstairs, not only my mother but father was standing there as well. Both were wearing serious but somber expression, my question was then answered in the next sentence.
"Micheal, your are in year 9 and it is only a matter of time before you have to talk over this family as head. This year is also the year of the Deos Terrae meeting or social. It's important and compulsory for you to attend and make connections in the business world before you become head, so please use this opportunity wisely."
Ahh I see why father doesn't look too well, I'm going to be taking over as head of this name that he would rather keep then his own family. How sweet of him! He's worried about the family name more then my dignity.
I almost forgot about this year as well, it's the year of the meeting, the meeting of arrogant aristocrats of the society. Then again I shouldn't really be judging because I've never been to one.
The rule to going is that once the noble child is in high school, it is compulsory for them to attend the social as an introduction to the first class society. Basically it's a big waste of time.
The bad thing was that the social actually extended over a few months so that the younger ones, the heirs because they all diss branch members, get to know each other.
By know each other I meant get a sense of power distribution within.
Told you, big waste of time.
Today it's 5th of January, we are leaving, on the night of the 6th of January, the social will held in Vienna this year. That's all I know.
The day we come back is going to be a big relief.
I was at my desk practicing when the butler came up.
"Madam wants you to start preparing your luggage for the social young master."
He left with a bow and closed the door behind him. With I sigh I got up and went to the closet to get a backpack out. It was a normal sized bag and looked normal enough but when you then looked at the brand, Burberry, all eyes turn. This is just what I get for being rich.
I put some books in, and my laptop, that was all I needed.
Because...
...
This place had everything else, my second laptop and charger, cloths. The butlers here prepared everything at the word that we were going to be stopping here. This wasn't even the place that I was staying at for the social! At least that's what I got told.
This place was a slightly smaller mansion then the actual one but nonetheless it was still large. This mansion had a huge garden in front that the other one has because that was its main feature. There was a driveway that went through the garden so that we wouldn't have to walk, it took a full two minute for us to get to the actual mansion.
"Micheal read it then throw it,"
My father was in no way polite but at least he talked. Tsk, impatient father.
' you will stay in your holiday houses until the 28th of February, but the Heirs will transfer across on the First. Good luck if you don't have a holiday house in Vienna! That's all,
Lincoln Hu - organiser'
So this was the bastard who was in charge of organising this waste of time. Can't really do much about that sucks.
At least I get to mess around for a month.