After baseball practice, I head home to do homework.
I come in through the door, dump my backpack on the floor and go to the kitchen for some fresh baked cookies and soft serve ice cream. Wait. Let me explain.
So, my dad has some like, DREAM JOB, and what that means is that he drags home loads of money. Our house is huge, in a nice location in town, and everybody says it's a mansion. It took me a long time as a kid to get used to the fact that not everyone lives like this. All the rooms are as follows: the game room, the dining room with fancy wallpaper and a piano where the pianist plays, the kitchen where the chefs cook, my room, Mom and Dad's room, the guest room, the bathroom(s), the pool, the bowling alley, the fitness room, the movie theater, the rec room, the entertainment center, the sitting room, the TV room(s), the study, the library, and the drawing room. In the kitchen, we have a soda fountain, a soft serve machine, a huge cabinet full of all the snacks you can dream of, and a fridge full of food.
Anyway, after my snack, I head upstairs and dump all my books on my desk. I hear light footsteps and turn to see Herbert appear at my door. Oh, Herbert is our butler. He's pretty cool actually, once you get to know him.
"Is there anything I can get you sir?" Herbert asks.
"Uhh, a Pepsi would be nice, thank you."
"Right away sir." He disappears down the hallway.
I've tried to get him to stop calling me sir, but it really hasn't worked.
I get up from my desk and walk over to my shelf. I don't want to brag but, it's my trophy shelf. My medals and trophies (mostly baseball) are all here. It even has an H above them with two pictures on the sides of it. The word Hudson is engraved on the front side of the shelf, and beneath it are hooks for medals, because I'm GREAT at baseball. What? I have good self esteem... is that such a crime?
I walk to the left to my bookshelf and scoop up my signed lucky baseball. I turn it around and around in my hand, feeling the cool leather. I trace my index finger around the red stitches, and smooth my thumb over the signature. After admiring my awards, and return to my desk and open up my History textbook and one of my spiral notebooks. I hear those same light footsteps and Herbert gives me the soda.
"Anything else I can get you sir?"
"No... no thank you." I say, slinging my arm over the chair.
"Very well," the butler replies and exits my room.
I snicker and shake my head as I return to my studies.
A/N: Thanks for reading this far... the story picks up a little now. Hudson stops being so egotistical XD
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The Golden Boy (COMPLETED)
أدب المراهقينHudson Burke is often referred to as the Golden Boy. He is a straight-A student, an amazing baseball player, polite, attractive, and his family is very wealthy. He gets everything he wants, no questions asked. But when Hudson's family moves to a...
