𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇☆ - Gᴇɴᴛʟᴇ Yᴀɴ! Bᴏss/CEO x Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

✰ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕦𝕖✰

You walked down the stairs of your family house with a small, tired smile. The house, located in Manchester, was a perfect combination of your culture and the British. The front patio led to the small steps of your veranda, that also contained the main entry.

The veranda had a set of a coffee table, and two armchairs. This is where your cat hanged out the most, enjoying looking at everyone that passed by your property, from massive pick-up trucks to young women walking while smiling down at their baby stroller.

The neighborhood was good, for the most part, though a few blocks away was an apartment complex that was known for their... Substance problem.

Though, as an 8-year old child, you hadn't noticed.

You walked into the conjoined kitchen and living room with a big smile. Your mom was just taking out your school lunch for the day. You walked up to the kitchen isle and climbed onto one of your bar stools, "Good morning, sunshine. Have you slept well?," she asked, placing a bowl of cereal with strawberries on top in front of you. She was wiping dry some glasses.

You wiped the small droplet of drool off of your lips, looking up at your mom with a gleeful smile, "Do you remember that My Little Pony episode we've watched? Where Pinkie Pie said she's nervicited? Yeah, I feel like that. But I'm sure I'll meet friends!" You replied cheerfully, already finishing taking the pieces of strawberries first.

Your mom chuckled, "I'm sure it will be fine, you're a cheerful child, after all."

Your mom, originally from (H/C), moved to the United Kingdom with your aunt and your father, who loved you, your little brother and your mom more than life itself.

She always was a kind and caring soul, whose passion was making people's day better. Maybe that's why your parents started their business, Sweet Wishes, which was a bakery a few streets into the hustle and bustle of the city.

The bakery, which mainly sold pastries from your country, attracted locals and tourists alike. Maybe it's the sweet smile your mom shares with every customer, or perhaps it's the baked goods themselves that keep them happy. Your father was usually in his office, though, knowing his way around a computer and stacks of bills. Your aunt was baking most of the time, though you've seen her behind the register a lot more lately.

Your aunt, Cindy, lived with your family, after her husband, Robert, passed away in a tragic accident. Their house burnt down, and your father, her brother, took her in. She had terrible scars over her face and chest, barely making it out of the burning building while trying to keep her husband alive. She always covers them with long sleeved shirts or cardigans, and refused almost all physical contact. It's no surprise, after watching the love of your life passing in your embrace. The trauma caused her immense depression, though it looks like being away from your home country, where she lived with Robert, was helping her a lot.

That's why she started working at Sweet Wishes, she said that the bakery gives her plenty to do and that she's not alone with her thoughts.

You, personally, went to play at the bakery.

You always managed to snag one or two snacks from Cindy for yourself and then continue to sit at your designated little spot, drawing or playing with dolls.

The bakery was your life. Maybe not as much as your parents', but it still meant a lot to you.

Today, though, you were focused on something completely different; your new school.

You've only lived in this part of the U.K. for a few months, and the new school year is just around the corner.

Your parents moved a lot. You were born in the same country as your mom, then you moved to Ireland until you were three, after that they stayed in Scotland for two years, and finally, returned back home to your country.

Though, your parents couldn't sit still for too long, and since they wanted Cindy to have a change of scenery, they moved to Manchester. They settled down pretty quickly, and opened their bakery before they unpacked their own things.

"I just don't want to embarrass myself again... I didn't know they were so mean!" You said, eating your cereal with a glum look. Your mother nodded, though a piece of her mind was just proud of what you've done to get you expelled from your last school.

Though, we'll get to that later.

"Have you packed already?" You nodded instantly, gulping down the last bit of food before jumping down from the tall stool and setting your bowl down in the sink.

Your mother turned around to you, and placed a dry mug into the cupboard, "Just... Consult me next time, okay, love?" She asked gently, kneeling in front of you. You smiled at her and hugged her leg, much too small to reach her torso or chest.

She hugged you back and brought you to her chest. "Don't worry, my darling child, you'll do just fine. Now go dress and wash up, I and Tom will drive you to school." She says, and lets go.

You smile and run past her.

You need to make a good first impression.

You sat down in the backseat, with your still woozy little brother Tom strapped in the convertible car seat, head flopping onto his shoulder from time to time. He held his plushie elephant close by his side, and sometimes murmured, obviously on the line between sleep and consciousness.

You smiled at him and held his free hand, which was a habit of yours.

Your mom started the engine, and drove out of the driveway and onto the big city. You watched as the houses fly by, noticing a fair share of other parents with their children.

"Dad and Cindy are already at the bakery, so feel free to go hang out with them after school. Would you like me to drive you there after?" Your mom asked glancing at you through the mirror. You nodded.

"That'd be great, mom!"

It was only about 20 minutes to get to your school. You've managed to avoid the morning rush and traffic, so you only had to stop at a few traffic lights.

You walked out of the car door, nervousness not even daring to falter your eagerness to meet people.

After saying goodbye to your mom and Tom, who leaned most of his weight on your mom's leg, barely even waving, you walked away. You laughed at the sight, Tom was a lot more tired than usual.

You walked into the sea of students, and mentally remembered your homeroom; B4. It had to be on the second floor.

You walked up, but you couldn't see any indicators or signs of what each class might be. You walked up to a middle aged man with a trimmed moustache, glasses and a fresh shaved beard. You saw a few gray hairs in his otherwise long brown hair.

"Hello, sir! My name's (Name), and my class is in B4, but I've no clue where it is! Could you help me, pretty please?" You smiled up at him, holding your schedule paper out for him to see.

He smiled down at you, wrinkles under his eyes creasing. "Well aren't you a excited student. It's right here, and you're coincidentally in my class. I'll meet you there once everyone is in, okay? Feel free to sit down wherever." He said, pointing towards the closest door on his left. You nodded with a bright smile, and walked in.

You couldn't contain your surprise when you saw how much less people were in then you were expecting. The halls were filled to the brink of collapsing, but the classroom only had a few desks occupied.

Now that you took a closer look, you noticed your new classmates closer.

At the beginning of the first row sat a girl with braided brown hair, swinging her legs and drawing in her notebook. She looked very engrossed in the activity, so you didn't want to disturb her.

Your eyes shifted to a small handful of girls who were all seated behind each other, talking. You didn't want to disturb their conversation, that would be rude.

Finally, at the far end of the class in the corner was a boy with long pitch black hair. His clothes were dark, and it was obvious he was trying to hide away from  everyone. Though, it did the opposite to you, and attracted you more.

Introvert spotted, you thought.