What Happened To Me!?

I'm Definitely Screwed..

Elliot's POV

Mmmmm....cheesecake....

I was then awoken by something ringing in my ear, it was getting louder and louder every minute, so I had to wake up.

But I don't wanna wake up! I wanna sleep for eternity!

I force one eye open and see that my loud, annoying alarm clock keeps ringing on my phone. I groan and turn over myself, putting the pillow over my head to cover my ears.

Can this thing shut up!?

Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring!

Okay! That's it!

I force myself up off the bed and lean over to my phone, which was still playing that dreaded alarm tune! I finally get myself to focus on it and turn off the alarm.

Finally! Some peace!

Seeing that I was already up, there was no way that I could go back to sleep, especially if I ever did, my father would scold me badly for not waking up in time for school, and it would just add to the mess from yesterday with my Science test.

It's not like he ever cared about my well-being that much anyway.

I slide myself off the bed, clearly sleepy with my hair being in a dreaded mess. I walk up to the door which opened without command, as it used sensors or something like that.

I see one of the maids folding clothes near the laundry room, her hair was a short, reddish bobcut around her shoulders, she had lavender-purple eyes that were filled with eye shadow and eye-liner, she also had on dark red lipstick. Once we had both made eye contact, she now very well knew that I was awake, but then decided to ignore my existence and continued folding clothes.

"Hey, uh, do you know where my uniform is?" I said quietly with a yawn.

"It's on the second shelf to the right, you should know this by now since you wear that stupid thing every day." She said in a rude tone. What's with the attitude with these people man? You can't even ask a simple question without getting rudely offended.

"What's with every single one of you being so rude?" I ask with an eyebrow raised, walking out of my room once more.

"What's with you being a lazy pleb and having people do things for you?" She replies rudely with a smile on her face. Well if she knew anything about my life she wouldn't be so judgemental.

I stuck out my tongue at her (pretty immature but I don't care), she then stood up and walked away, her heels making a lot of noise. This is actually what I have to deal with most of the time with the workers here.

If you didn't like the job why did you apply for it in the first place? The only other reason I could think of is the paycheck that my father's giving them, in which understandable. I think the only reason they don't like me is because they see me as a spoiled kid who gets pampered by their father because he's rich and famous or something.

Now, I CAN do things for myself, in fact I would love to do things without help every once in a while, but my father says that I would need to save my strength for when I'm making discoveries for Science, so he doesn't let me do any simple chores around the house and gives that to the maids. He doesn't let me wash dishes, clean the floors, clean the bathroom, literally anything that's considered chores to a child, he gives them to the maids which gives me more time to "focus" on scientific studies.

Well another thing that's important to me is to CLEAN up my own room!

Bet I could make a discovery of all the missing pencils I keep losing under my bed.
There's probably more than fifty.