Oliver stared at his mother in disbelief. His mother slipped and pushed a glass to the floor. Breaking it immediately. "Oliver I- I mean You highness I deeply-" Oliver groaned. "Stop speaking. Clean it." Olivers mother stopped for a moment. "No." She said, looking at Oliver, then the mess. "You're useless. Get out." Olivers mother was confused. "Of what? The kitchen?" Oliver grunted. "Pack your things and leave this house." Olivers mother started crying. "NOW!" Olivers shouted at the top of his lungs. Olivers mother rushed up the stairs nd packed her things. She came back downstairs and went to the door. She looked back at Oliver and stood there. "What are you doing? Get out! Now!" Olivers mother rolled her eyes and smiled. "These are your things." Oliver stood, shocked. "Get out of my house, Oliver."
