It was noon, and as the road was free a car was about to pass the Crossroad without slowing down.
Even though it was a school zone no students would be crossing at this point, so the driver didn't bother to slow down.
Then suddenly, out of nowhere, a crony-looking kid with his hands full of bags ran before the car trying to cross the road. Both the driver and kid were taken back, seeing each other they were frozen not knowing what to do.
The boy Crouched down on the road in fear, but the driver seems to be an experienced person, he quickly turned the wheels and avoid the kid by a hair's breadth.
"Watch where you're going, kid!"
The driver immediately stopped the car and got down to teach the kid some lessons but before he could say anything the kid who was shaking in fear immediately stood up and start running into the school. Once he reached the school gate he then turned back bowed to the driver and said,
" Sorry sir, I'm in a hurry. I don't have time to properly apologize and thank you, please forgive me!"
Without even waiting for the driver to reply the boy turned back and started running towards the main building of the school. The driver was stunned even before he could open his mouth and yell. The boy seems to have run fast, so fast, and was now nowhere in his line of sight.
Unable to educate the kid with some manners, the driver started to curse out loud and vented his frustration on his car tire.
Only after scolding the boy and all his 4 generations to come fourth and go, did the driver turn on his car to leave.
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*huff* *puff*
With heavy and rough breathing the boy hasn't stopped and continued his run.
Even after escaping a near-death situation, the boy still hasn't stopped his Marathon. He seems to be in some sort of hurry that even his life was not so important.
After entering the main school building, the boy climbed to the 3rd floor and entered a class that had a group of students waiting.
As soon as the boy entered the class one of the boys who was standing near the door, who had crew cut smacked him in the head.
*smack*
"What took you so long? you son of a bitch!"
Even though the boy got hit, he didn't seem to mind it. His eyes were full focus on the boy who was sitting at the table in the middle of the group.
He seems to be the leader of this bunch, he had silky blond hair, fair skin, and an athletic body, an example of your typical second-generation Young master. He had a Muscle brain gorilla body standing on his right side and a curvy black hair beauty on his hand to his left who seems to be his secretary. The rest of the group are all your everyday bootlickers, so the crony-looking boy who came in seems to have no concern about them.
After being ignored by the weakling, the boy with a crewcut seems to be infuriated by the attitude of the bug. Just as he was about to beat the crap out of the weak kid, the blond guy intervened
"Shut up, Calton, stop your bitch quarrel and bring me my bread "
"I'm sorry for wasting your time young master"
The guy with the crew cut seems to have immediately switched from his bitch mode to bootlicker mode. Well, what can he do his father was just a little department head in one of the companies in the behemoth of the business industry "The Williams group of companies". And this young master is the one and only legal heir of the company "Owen Stephen Williams".
His father is the director of the Williams group "James Mark Williams" while his mother " Rebecca Jane Williams" is the second daughter of the country's ruling party leader. Not even the (Our) principal of the most prestigious school in the country would dare talk back to him.
After exerting his dominance Owen seems to be pleased with the behavior of Calton, with a smirk he then looked at the dogs in front of him. Watching them being scared of even breathing in front, he felt extremely satisfied. In his mind,
'Dogs should always know their place when to bark and when to wag its tail, to him the disobedient dog is as good as a dead dog'.
Owen is an archetypal example of a young master. He was born with a platinum spoon and was bought up to be the next successor of the Williams groups. He was mentally and physically educated, on how to manage and lead people under him. Not only was he well versed in his leadership be it his academic knowledge or sports or music or any extracurricular activities he was the best.
Back to the topic
Owen after his small display then shifted his eyes from the dogs to the bug in front of him. This bug is one of the most amusing playthings he has within the school. The chore of bug is to entertain his wishes, well not for free at least. He always provides the bug with some tasks and compensates it for the completion of the task with money.
For some personal reason this bug even after being abused regularly, still seems to have not been broken. It still comes to school early on regular basis and even with all the abuse, bullying, cursing, and torment, whenever it hears the word money it immediately gets back up. A true living example of a human-size cockroach.
Today the bug was tasked to buy bread and drinks for his group. Even though the task was simple, the bug is late it seems to have run from the school to a nearby convenience store.
While of course, The bread in the cafeteria must have been sold out, well not sold out to be exactly because it was Owen's order. He was the one who told the cafeteria manager not to sell their bread to this bug.
He loves playing little games with his pets.
And he also wants to see that yearning and pained expression in the eyes of the bug, because even after all the struggle it went through it couldn't win the bet. He wanted to see it struggle, and when it feels low and despaired he would then throw a few bucks and win it over with his compassion. He isn't the type of person who would let his toys get broken that easily.
Playing with others' feelings was his best entertainment, this entire school was for his amusement, it was his kingdom.
After poking fun at the bug's despair and enjoying it for a few minutes, he then took a 50 credit note through it on the ground and wanted the bug to crawl down and take it.
And when the bug was about to touch the note asked he signal his dogs to kick it.
But even after receiving all those kicks, the boy continued to crawl until he had the 50 credits tightly under his grip. After seeing the bug has succeeded in its endeavor he felt he had had enough fun so told his dogs to stop.
The bug stood up and took its school, bend down, and thanked him before limping its way out of the class.
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After leaving the class the poor kid tried to check all his belongings and all the wounds. He then quickly limped and made it all the way to the infirmary without getting caught any other nuisance.
Only reaching the infirmary did he feel safe with a deep *sigh*
" Do I have no choice, Will my situation and predicaments never change, do I have to live every single day in so much fear and misery. Will life not change until the day I die"
with all those heavy thoughts in his head, and the pain in his physique. Thus came the end of the boy's everyday routine.