Super Rich Kids (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 8: I'm Ashamed to Say This

I dropped out of high school at age sixteen to pursue my career in art. It took a lot of time to convince my parents that it was the right thing to do. I wasn't born into a wealthy family. I had lived comfortably for my whole life, never struggling, but never able to flaunt money carelessly.

My parents only wanted me to be successful, go to college and get degrees, but they were swayed when I got my first sponsor.

Once I started to make real money off of my art, I began to aim for something bigger. I didn't want sponsors and patrons, I wanted my name to be known and I wanted hard cash for my work.

I would be the first to admit that I was blinded. The first check I earned had me seeing green and endless dollar signs. I was slightly obsessed with the idea of money.

Though, my obsession only helped me further my success. I was sincerely dedicated. No longer in school I was devoting one hundred percent of my time to painting, sculpting, and sketching. Art was my whole world and I was willing to set aside everyone and anything until I was successful.

A year into my work, and a man by the name of Mr. Epstein approached me at an auction. He had just spent a generous sum of money bidding on one of my paintings and had wanted to "meet the talented artist". He was shocked to say the least. He had just spent over twenty grand on a seventeen year olds painting.

I would be shocked too.

Mr. Epstein and I had talked for hours. I guess he saw potential in me, or whatever. I'm not too sure, I just wanted money, and every time I looked at the tall man in the three thousand dollar tailored suits my eyes glowed green.

He offered me more than any sponsor ever had. He was going to give me an opportunity. It wasn't easy to accept though. I would be traveling with him for a few months, meeting anyone and everyone who actually meant anything. Then, when I had made a name for myself, met with artists, and sold enough paintings, I'd build up my own gallery with his help.

I didn't have a problem with leaving, but my parents did. They were formally against the idea of me traveling to Europe with a stranger. I guess it all seemed sketchy, but this was my future and I was willing to put everything on the line for it.

So in the middle of the night, while my parents were asleep, I packed a bag and I left.

That same night I met with Mr. Epstein and got on the first flight to Italy. I spent three months traveling all around Europe and it was the best experience of my life.

I had explored different forms of art, divulging in lessons that went as far as to teach me new ways of simply holding my brushes. I was educated by some of the best artists and I channeled my abilities and was able to grow as a person and an artist.

Sadly, I hadn't talked to my parents. Three months later and I came back to them a new person. I had grown and matured and I was ready to start my life as an independent. I had thought they would be angry with me, maybe go as far as to kick me out, but I think they were only happy to see me.

My mother had cried as she hugged me and told me to never leave again. My father was just as happy to see me back and I was even more thrilled to see my little brother. He was only seven and I had missed him the most. But being back with my family didn't put a halt to my dreams.

For the next two months I had spent time preparing for my gallery. Mr. Epstein had kept good on his word and he was working with me on all the minor details.

We picked a location in Los Angeles, and seeing as we lived in Seattle I prepared myself to move. My parents insisted on moving with me and I didn't argue. It was only understandable for them to be clingy after I ran away and disappeared for such a long duration of time.