Constellations of Desire

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Jeremiah

There are few people who I can stand. My friends, my family and my professors - only because I have to respect them. My friends because they stand with me even though most of the time I am not with them on nights out, they stay my friends, my family because they are blood and my professors because they are older.

I was raised to respect those older and more learned than I am, no matter if they aren't respectful to me or if I know more to them.

They always know better.

Now the people I can not stand, not for the life of me. Top of my list, the Reapers. A bunch of immoral, sadistic, crazy abnormal human being. They are known for being brutal and cruel to everyone they pass.

When I came from Florence to New York, I thought I wouldn't have a problem with people with high egos, who think they own the world only because they claimed it by putting fear into the hearts of the people. I experienced that enough back in Florence. It also didn't help that papa put Elijah in charge of a section in New York Manhattan.

The Reapers, in conversation, are a group known as the Mob or Mafia. Taken over by a IRA head member to rule in NY, everyone knows who they are, down from Florence, papa always talked about them because he comes from a family who despise the Irish, it doesn't exactly help that they go to this Uni.

EPU - Elite Program University. Basically it's a university for the wealthy and the famous. It's surrounded with high spiked fences and at each entrance is a security guard, the students need a ID to pass, just go make sure no paparazzi or anything gets in

I pass them on the path to my med classes in the morning but I don't look at them nor do they look at me. I don't expect any of them to look my way I  would feel disgusted if they did look my way. Knowing who they are, what they are and not already seeing them in prison or being taken to court, it baffles me.

Truly. Yes my family are in the criminal world but we are known as Corvi, Italian translation for Crows. Where the Reapers stand in Manhattan we stand in Brooklyn and Queens. We they kill to put fear and make known of who they are, we kill when it's needed to make sure it won't happen again, we aren't brutal, we are fair.

They are the only ones I waver my respect for.

So the question I keep asking myself, how exactly did I end up here?

It's late, I had planned on only studying to five PM and I never, never go over that time. That is my limit, I study so I only need three hours, I read my work thoroughly through, writing it down with precision so I have no problem readying it over.

I hate ugly hand writing.

A sign of clear lack of intelligent, handwriting is supposed to be elegant and sophisticated, it is not supposed to be uneat and unreadable.

My friends, Anya, Rodrick, Hayden and Felix had pestered me about going out to a party. Normally when I declined and they left it there but not tonight. Their pestering turned into guilt-tripping and i reluctantly agreed. While at this party Rodick and Felix met two girls - Shannon and Hallie - they seemed nice but in all honesty I see all people as nice.

I don't exactly know how it happened but we all ended up going with them to another party. Which was located in the forest, first sign to turn around but we were all a bit tipsy.

Now, I've never been here but the large house, pebble covered ground as the car drives over it into the lot. We all get out of the car and my eyes scan the house. It's wooden built, two stories, with a balcony that frame's around the top and a porch which also runs around the house ,it's painted black with a porch light effect eliminating the features more.