Amon started chanting, walking back and forth in his room. He needed a way to share his joys and everything else he loved with everyone else. After a lot of thinking, Amon almost forgot he had parents. Although they used to love him, he had no idea what they thought of him now. Amon is fifteen now, so maybe they think he has changed over the last ten years. With that in mind, Amon left his cage, or room, in this case, even though most would call his room a house. . With what he wanted to do in mind, Amon exited his room just to see his father already in front of it. "Father," Amon said in a cold but heavy tone.
"Amon, you know tomorrow is the poverty training , correct?" his father said in a joyful tone. "So you'll have to live on your own for seven years." He joyfully said
Amon had forgotten his family did something stupid like that. Amon, not even knowing what poverty is, didn't care and said, "Sure, whatever, I don't care." His father smiled before leaving, but then Amon said, "Hey, can I go to school?"
His father stopped in his tracks before sprinting to Amon, saying yes. Amon wondered why his father seemed so happy for him to be gone, but he forgot that he came out of his room a couple of times, and every time, disaster followed. But now isn't the time for a deep dive into what Amon did during the four years the viewers haven't seen. Let's see how Amon is feeling.
Amon had saved about $15,000 to spend whenever he wanted to. He didn't want to steal from his family. After all, he had morals, albeit very weird ones. But Amon didn't care, so he took his father's card. He wanted to go shopping, and he asked his dad, anyway. Amon went to a tattoo artist to get a spine tattoo on his back and a dragon tattoo on his arm.
After doing that, he went and got the most pimp-looking clothes one would ever see. A purple suit with a white undershirt, a nice black tie, and a good-looking purple fedora. Now why would Amon look like a pimp? Well, the dude in the videos had a bar where girls danced, and Amon was determined to feel the inside of a girl too. But that has nothing to do with why Amon wore this. The owner of the bar wore this with a cane, of course, so Amon bought a $100 million cane. The suit was just as expensive, but Amon didn't care.
Amon looked at himself in the mirror. A lot has changed, he thought. His eyes were now a beautiful violet, his hair the palest of blondes, and his muscles toned. But one thing Amon didn't like was his height. Amon was 5'5". It seemed he wasn't going to keep growing, which made him mad, but he couldn't do anything anyways. But he always tried. After all, the dude in the video was 6'6". Amon was nowhere near his height, but he would keep growing, Amon thought.
Amon, now decked out in his fancy suit, started taking a slow but venomous walk. One would truly think he was a pimp.
As Amon walked down the street, he couldn't help but feel a sense of power and confidence. He had never felt like this before, and it was exhilarating. People passing by couldn't help but stop and stare at him, admiring his expensive suit, his shiny cane, and his overall aura of coolness.
Amon was headed to the bar where the girls danced, hoping to finally experience what it was like to be with a woman. As he approached the entrance, the bouncer looked him up and down skeptically. "What's your business here?" he asked gruffly.
Amon took a deep breath and straightened his posture, projecting an air of confidence. "I'm here to see the owner," he replied coolly, handing the bouncer his card.
The bouncer looked at the card, then back at Amon, and finally stepped aside, allowing him to enter. Amon felt a sense of satisfaction wash over him as he strode past the bouncer and into the dimly lit interior of the bar.
The girls on stage were dancing to the beat of the music, and Amon couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as he watched them move. He took a seat at the bar and ordered a drink, feeling more and more confident with each passing moment.
Suddenly, a woman approached him. She was tall, with long dark hair and piercing blue eyes. "Hey there," she purred, leaning in close to him. "I couldn't help but notice you. You look like you could use some company."
Amon felt his heart racing as he looked at her. This was it. This was his chance. "Sure," he said, trying to sound nonchalant. "Why not?"
As the woman led him to a private room, Amon felt a sense of excitement and nervousness wash over him. He wasn't entirely sure what he was doing, but he knew that he wanted to experience everything that life had to offer. And in that moment, he felt like he was truly living.
after that he left and headed towards the school
As Amon strutted into the school, he made sure to toss his cane around and flash his cash to anyone who crossed his path. he looked like a complete jerk, but he relished in the attention and admiration he received from those around him. He couldn't help but smirk at the thought of how much better he was than everyone else.
As he passed by a group of students, he overheard them whispering and giggling. He stopped in his tracks and turned towards them, a menacing look in his eyes. "What are you looking at?" he sneered. The students quickly dispersed, clearly intimidated by his aggressive demeanor.
Amon continued down the hallway, knocking into people and shoving them aside without a second thought. He was enjoying the feeling of power and superiority that his wealth and flashy appearance gave him.
Amon scowled as he made his way through the crowded school hallways. People were staring at him, but Amon didn't care. He reveled in the attention, strutting his stuff like he owned the place. He sneered at anyone who dared to make eye contact with him, relishing in the power he felt.
As he walked, he bumped into several people, knocking their books out of their hands without so much as an apology. He chuckled to himself, reveling in the chaos he was causing. Who cares if he was making enemies left and right? He was the one with the money, the looks, and the attitude.
Amon made his way to his first class of the day, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. He knew that everyone was watching him, wondering who this new guy was and why he was acting like such a jerk. But Amon didn't care. He was going to do what he wanted, when he wanted, and no one was going to stand in his way.
As he took his seat in the classroom, he put his feet up on the desk and pulled out his phone, scrolling through social media with a bored expression on his face. He didn't care about the class or the teacher or anything else. All that mattered was him and his own pleasure.
his eyes scanning the crowd of students. He was already feeling a sense of superiority, looking down on everyone around him. he noticed a group of students huddled together and whispering. Amon immediately assumed they were talking about him and his expensive attire.
"Hey, you guys! Yeah, you," Amon called out, approaching the group with a cocky grin on his face. "You all seem to be having a great time talking about me. So, what's the topic of discussion? My fabulous suit? My cool tattoos? Or maybe you're just jealous of my cane?"
The group of students looked at each other in confusion and then quickly dispersed, clearly uncomfortable with Amon's arrogance. But Amon didn't care. He was enjoying the attention and the power he felt from making others feel inferior. his eyes scanning the faces of the other students. He felt like he owned the place and everyone in it. And if anyone dared to challenge him or cross him, they would regret it. Amon was determined to make his mark and prove that he was the most important person in the school.