"You must be mad"
I shrieked as a slap landed on my face. I held everything within trying not to fail, telling my self I was stronger than this. Gazing at me from head to toe, pamina eyed me disgustedly. I kept mute as the pain sank into my skin as though I was bitten.
Just then, Micah walked in his eyes expressionless as ever, grabbed his bag and left. Pamina scoffed at me
" Bastard" and left. I really didn't know how to feel. Threatening tears, I cleaned up the mansion and retired to my room ( attic).
Falling on the torn mattress, I tried not to think about my admission into intensive high academy. The top business academy for only top students in the country. With some research,i was able find out some information about the school and seriously, I couldn't blame the students in the school who were cold,harsh,sly and ruthless. The school training method was different and intense and knowing I was going to be part of them even though I was just nine years old. My eyes darted round, landing on my paintings and everything felt empty.
My parents basically controlled the economy of the country as the top multi billionaires. Tyler Peyton who is my dad owns the biggest conglomerate in the world yet only the influential personalities knew about it. Father was highly respected. My mother: Tyrel Peyton is a socialite and a powerful politician. Dad loves bragging about his kids, that's where we come in.
I, Pamina and Micah are triplets but people only knew two. I'm rarely known and treated differently. Mother treats me differently because of my color and personality.
Recently, mom broke the news to me that I will be attending business academy, it came as a surprise,i I knew she didn't have any intention of allowing me to bring out my potential . I deserved to be in the art stream, rather than business. I brought out my newest painting and stared at it, lifeless, like me. The painting has a hidden meaning. It represented being caged just like the Caged bird from Maya Angelou's poem . I sighed and began drafting my table for classes. Classes start at 6:00-10:00 ( 6am- 10pm). I glanced at the calendar, it's the end of the week, classes resumes tomorrow. My eyes landed on my arranged bag ,texts, and notes,then the accounting texts on my table. While lost in thought, the horn of the car brought me back to reality. I literally flew up and hid all my paintings then rushed to the table and opened my text staring at the equations not understanding a thing just in time as the door flew open. Mom walked in, not sparing me a glance " that's what I thought" and left. I unconsciously let out a sigh of relief . I dragged myself to the mattress and lay down counting the ceiling . I expected to drift off to sleep but nothing happened, i was wide awake. Left with nothing to do, i brought out my journal and began sketching. I was so concentrated and didn't realize the passing of the time. I decided to halt for now and close my eyes drifting off to sleep.
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Putting on my hoodie,I grabbed my bag and raced out of the house so as not to be late. I began running all the way, eventually halted at the entrance of a gigantic building. I sighed as I walked into business academy. With a folder in hand, i began searching for my class building when I collided with a boy. I apologized immediately. His face despite the terrifying aura surrounding him,was a, sight to behold and fantasize upon " Watch it" was all he said as he turned to leave. I caught sight of his folder and held the hem of his cloth , his eyes turned cold as the turned facing me, our faces inches apart. I gulped and clenched my fist.