The Principal's Son

Kyle Castillo. The principal's son.

I, Kyle Castillo, am the son of one of the most known men on Earth. My father is respected, envied, and loved by most of society. He’s a role model. He owns five very elite schools made for all grades and five big time colleges.  Every time you hear his name, you think of success, nobility, honesty, integrity, and wisdom. Not only street wise, but, obviously, academically as well.

       One of the elite schools my father owns is the school I attend. It’s called Dawn Cas.  He says it’s the only school “acceptable for me” because he’s the principal of the school. He thinks no one can manage the school better than him(also because it's named after my deceased mother).

       He wants to boost America number one in the charts for education, and he's very close to completing his goal. So far, America is in 5th place. I think.

        My father has a very big space in his heart for education actually. The space in his heart reserved for me seems like nothing compared to everything else. Figures. He never acknowledges me.

          Even though the space in his heart for me is little, he cares about my appearance, grades, and attitude. Obviously, it’s for the public’s and press’ sake.  He often says, “I can’t have a foolish, uneducated, moron as a son. I have a reputation to uphold! If you ever slip up, Kyle, I swear on your mother’s grave… I will disown you and leave you at the side of the road”.

           Ever since then, I’ve been on my ‘A’ game. I started to take school very seriously since 2nd grade.  I always told myself the same words, “It isn't acceptable for the principal's son of one of the top schools in the world to be earning 'B's or 'A-'s. I have to get A+s on everything.”  It wasn’t easy in the beginning. I was a child then. I wanted to play, get messy with paint, and most of all spend time with my father since my mother was gone. But I couldn’t. It wasn’t possible. Just like all my other dreams, that became crushed.

          As my father got more and more popular, my classmates used me, completely ignored me, or bullied me. There was no in between. They used me because they wanted to be known. Some of their mothers and fathers literally forced their kids to be on my good side so they can become friends with my father. What’s the point in that? They completely ignored me because they thought I would turn them in to my father. They thought that I was my dad’s surveillance camera. Seriously, why would I ever do that? I want to cause trouble as much as them. Lastly, they would bully me for the fun of it. The kids felt great to criticize the kid of an important man. 

It made them feel big. I think. But that's okay. I envied all of them. They had something I didn't have.

I never really had a friend I could talk to.

I never had gotten a hug from my dad ever since my mom died.

I never did anything risky or troublesome.

I have never gotten a praise from my father.

I cried myself to sleep at night. Nobody comforted me except the dog, but he died last year.

I have never experienced love or even a crush.

I had no one but myself.

However, this all changed when the new kid transferred in to my school, and for lack of a better word, he's a fucking idiot.

     But he's the idiot I can call my friend. I think.

Please tell me your thoughts. I dunno where this will go, but I do know this guy will learn valuable lessons and determine what real friendship and love is. and other things c;