I don't want to go to school, but my parents want me to. Actually the longest time I've been with them is nine months— when I was inside my mom's womb. They come home annually and fortnight, they will go. Sometimes, they even skip going here and promise to make it up to me by giving me money more than enough to buy things I want. They stay there in New York with my older brother while I'm left here. They've asked me a zillion of times if I want to migrate there, but I just don't like crowds. Because man, that city is populous. Though I know it's a great city, I just don't like crowded places and yeah. People always ask me if I'm sad or lonely because my parents aren't by my side, but believe me I'm not. They satisfy me with my needs and wants, they message me always and stuffs. Technology always works, so why bother to be solitary? Plus we have maids at home and I have a driver that can take me anywhere I want to go so I can stroll around to places I don't even like.
Back to the subject, I don't want to go to school. Especially because now I know their reason, it's about my older brother insisting my parents that I should not be spoiled and stuffs. I am contented to homeschooling. What does that son of my mother want from me? I still learn! So of course, I'm not an easy-to-say-yes kind of person and I disagreed. I argued with both of my parents and my older brother, but I eventually lost for they've stopped sending money. So yeah, I hate my brother for doing that.
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Teen FictionYes, I know I'm stupid. A dum-dum like me belongs to homeschool, not in Lockmore Academy. It's drudging and tedious there. But never mind all my pleads for I reckon I found my frolic toy.
