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Chap 5

Hi .

Van's POV.

I feel like a zombie today. After the cockroach incident, we decided to go find an apartment.

And it looks like Alvin's an expert in finding one.

"This one's a little bit small, but I recommend it. But it's up to you if you want it, 'coz it's all your money.", I nodded and looked at the safe-looking house infront of me.

It was nice, I give them that. But you know me, I don't settle in tiny spaces. Not that I'm claustrophobic. As much as possible I need a big space!

What's my black card about?

I remember the first day I received my black card. The first thing I wanted to buy was the spy set on the top of the shelves at the toy store.

I've been wanting to buy them ever since. But they were too expensive back when we were not rich.

Being famous thought me a lot of things. One of them is, you can please everyone. It sure sounds impossible. But it worked its way up to here.

We ended up in a familiar condo. The condo is famous for its tower height. So you can see it everywhere you go.

Alex came with us, as we hunted for my place. I told him to never tell anything to Mom, because she'll probably get pissed. While Alex reluctantly agreed.

And he always have this mantra, which he says after I break mom's rules;

"I don't tolerate you, but it's your life. You handle it.", which I respond by saying;

"Man, I've heard that for the umpteenth time. I know, I know.", Followed by a roll of the eyes.

"What are you thinking.", Ben asked beside me.

"I feel like squashed.", I lied, and he rolled his eyes as he adjusted his seat to get away from me.

I leaned my head on the cool window, as I felt the tender vibration, that soothed my head.

I didn't remember sleeping, not until the surrounding familiarized itself to me. That's right, they're the ones to adjust.

I remember saying I felt squashed. But I actually didn't mean it physically. I mean, the way how people treat me. Like I'm the most important person in the world. I couldn't understand why people can't see I'm the same as them. But the facade retained its self to me, and I kept it rolling until it got to my nerves.

I really feel good when people say compliments to me. But receiving them everyday just makes it feel boring.

But either way, I kept them on, and lived my way without a glance. Just because, I felt grateful.

I felt grateful, because not all humans have the same situation as mine.

I yawned tiredly as I rubbed my eyes noisily.

I sat up and found Ben sitting on a couch sleeping. Beside him my suitcase.

Sometimes I feel sorry for these guys. I couldn't be anymore grateful for having them by my side. That's why I show them like I'm their friends and not as their boss who wants everything perfect except for mom.

I glanced around the room, the room is pretty fine. Typical condominiums.

A flat screen TV mounted on the wall. Nice smooth carpet. A fancy soft bed. Nice modern kitchen with a sleek dining table. All along with a modern comfy couch.

The room is a studio type. Not that I complain about it. I kinda like it here. I get to control my actions and not them.

I stood up to take a look at the tall glass windows, which is covered by thick curtains.