Asteriscus

Chapter one- routine. draft

Maltas life was a routine. Wake up, eat, go to uni, study in breaks, come back home, and work at his dads office.

He got used to it.

But, he misses his island so dearly. He just wasn't used to being in such big countries.

He still remembers the sweet sweet sound of banda playing in those hot summer nights. He still remembers the bombi which have made him lose a couple hours of sleep.

What he mainly couldn't figure out was, how did people get used to living on such big places?

So many big countries were used to living in large territories.

But he couldn't get used to it. He felt homesick.

Even though, in the past he ruled places far larger then that of his territory, he just felt lost.

Not only lost in that way, but also in school.

People were making friends, having parties, while he struggled to even talk to anyone.

It was hard. His dad said that it would only take some time to make new friends, but as time passes, he's giving up.

He lived like this in his old school, why would it be so hard to do the same thing again?

He doesn't know.

As he realised that he had spaced out for a few minutes, he realised the rain, falling slowly, on the window of the taxis car.

Oh, how he missed the rain. He missed everything.

"Sir, we've arrived." Said the taxi driver.
"Thanks." He said, and close the cars door.

His fathers headquarters weren't like any other, all of the meeting happened here. (Except for the secret ones NATO used to do in the 70s.)

He went inside, and admired the luxurious place. It's always a wonder how they keep this place looking so expensive and clean.

He went into the elevator, and presses level 21. He didn't know if it was either scary or amusing how tall this building was.

As the elevator door was closing, he heard someone say :
"Malta, wait up!"

And he pressed the button to keep the door open.

It was ASEAN.

"Hi, Sean!"
ASEAN was like a father to him. Especially when he used to be his maths and physics teacher in school. He was probably the reason why Malta would go to school. ASEAN was one to listen and not judge, that's probably why Malta adored him.

"I think that I may be late to a meeting." Said ASEAN, while still breathing heavily from all of that running.

Malta turned in his tablet and said, "No, there's six minutes left till your meeting with Myanmar."
"Really?"
"Mhm."
"Thanks." He said, as he pressed floor 19.
After a few moments of silence, ASEAN said:
"So, hows university going?"
"I mean, it's ok, I still don't know what I want to be yet. But it's in between doing veterinary or dimpolatic relations."
"Both would suit you. I know how much you love animals, but your also really good at this."
"Vet is harder, but I think I'll be going for it." Malta said, as the door opened to ASEANs floor.
"Guess I gotta go. Bye bye!"
"Caw!"

When Malta arrived to the 21st floor, he needed to go meet his father. He went to America for 4 months, and both of them haven't had the time to meet each other.

People always told him how he and his father where exactly the same even their personality. Except for their eyes. His fathers were a cold grey-blue, while his were a combination of green, brown and blue.

They were both overworked, took a bit too much alcohol, and suffered from many health disorders. But, both of them were extremely intelligent.

Malta knocked on his fathers door.
"Come in." His dad said.
"Hi."
"Malta? Is that you?" UN had said.
"Mhm!"
"Have you grown again?"
"I mean-probably."
"Come here." He said, as he gave his son a hug.
"I missed you." Malta said, while a year fell down from his eye.
"I missed you too."