The Forgotten Soul

DC

"I really don't see the problem here," I say, "Northeast High is just as good as any of the southern kingdom schools. It's not like I need the attention. Please dad?"

"You're the future king. A little attention is needed to run this kingdom correctly so please show some dignity and don't beg. It's not an attractive trait especially if you want to find your future queen anytime soon."

"That's really not important to me," I say, immediately regretting it once I saw dad's expression harden and his eyes hold depths of sorrow. At times like these I wish that I had the capabilities of keeping my mouth shut, but I already had a surplus of fortune and anymore would just be unfair to the masses.

"Which part are you referring to exactly? DC, do you realize what you're saying," he says, looking even more hurt and appalled than a minute ago. I hate when he made that look because it was almost always my fault. It made me feel guilty and I rarely feel guilt.

"Dad no, look I'm sorry. I came here to ask to go to a school where my reputation wasn't as known, the reputation as the future king and the crazy party animal. Yeah I know what they call me," I say when I see the surprise on his face. I'm nineteen. You can't really hide what the media says, especially with the technology we have nowadays. Hell, most of us enable technology to speak to us as if it was a person. Simple commands could've gotten me to all the online profiles that mention my... situation.

"I wanna go somewhere away from all that for a while, for my last semester in school, you know?"

I stop my steady pacing to read the expression on my dad's face. The only traceable emotion was humorless curiosity. I know my dad and the look he gave was familiar in the sense that he has an idea that would raise his political stature at the expense of another person, in this case, me.

"Let's say I allow this to happen," he starts, a smile already spreading on my face, forgetting to caution myself in case he snatches away my random strays of hope, "where are you going to live? What about food? Transportation? What if you get hurt? Did you think any of these things through before you barged into my office? Any of it?"

Before I got the chance to explain that I have an idea, Marilee, his assistant came in. Her auburn red hair stood out against the gruesome grey walls that screamed order. She held a clipboard in her small hands as she looked over it before speaking.

"Xavier, you have a meeting due," she says happily as if she had the best job in all of Tian. Dad smiled and thanked Marilee before turning back to me. He looked me over as if questioning where and when he went wrong before he shook his head.

"We'll figure this out later, but as of right now my answer is no," he says.

"But dad--"

"Dylan Cornelius Knight," he says. I flinch, slightly annoyed that he used my whole name in such a simple matter. Once he sees my reaction he sighs, "I said no. We can talk about this later."

With that he walks out of the door leaving me pissed. I didn't even get the chance to talk and say what I needed to say. I mean did he really think I would take the time to make an appointment with him just to get half the facts of my ambitions? I'm not that irresponsible. Actually, I am, but not this time. This is something I want desperately. You could almost consider it a need. I didn't need to postpone this talk and these meetings could last a millennium. One meeting usually runs into the next one, so we won't be able to talk until the school year is actually over.

After wallowing in self pity, I decide to get out of his plain, boring office and head back to my room. My room was dark, masked in red, black and grey. The room was pretty simple and organized, the carpet floor a luxury in itself. Seriously, this stuff is like walking on cotton that's been touched by the angels. The base molding and crown molding were red, taking up the lowest and highest part of my walls, while the overall wallpaper was black. My bed was grey along with the bed set it came with.