Italy: Boarding School

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LUIS' POV

It's almost end of the school year yet I am not still used to my environment. I'd been here for almost a year and my sketch book is almost over. It only means that I need to do something for me to be out of this school. I badly need to see my P.A. But how would I do that if this school is so strict in accepting visitors who are not a relative of the student.

This sucks! I'm sure Abuelo strictly talked to the administration about me not having any visitors except him and Tita Anne.

This distracting feeling again is coming over and I know I need to release this somewhere else. I hope I won't be bumping into some bitches in my class. But if I would, it would be their worst nightmare. I know I can't control my temper once I have a bad mood.

It's been a while since I engaged in a fight with those 4b's. Huh! They're lucky today I didn't see them around picking a fight with those of who are not strong enough to stand for themselves. Ever since I came here they never failed to annoy me. Its been a week since they started that fight which caused me to have a cast in my left arm. The worst thing is that they planned everything and dragged me down with them. They provoked me and pushed me to my limit that caused me to be the one to attack them first. It came out it was my fault.

Immature bitches! How dare them talk about my family. They know nothing about what really happened during that accident. My mom's not a drunken model. She's the best mom in the world.
Now I have a cast on my hand. I was so angry that I pushed one of then from her chair that caused her to fall badly.
I can't control my temper that when the other 2 bitches tried to pull my hair and clothes I slapped and boxed the other. What can I do. Its my reflexes that responded to block and to apply self-defense. I didn't know that their leader was bigger than me and was really that brutal. She pushed me hard enough that I fall on a chair badly enough that caused my arm a bad injury.

I'm sure Abuelo already knows about this. I wonder if he's going to look for a new school or pay the administration not to kick me out. I guess no school would accept a transferee this time of the school year. Its almost a week before 3rd grading period.

Walking towards the field was a relief.  Its peaceful here, only few athletes are jogging. Its a perfect place to relax and enjoy the view of the school and the dormitory where all students are living.
      Grandpa sent me here a year ago. May be he was thinking it was the best for me to finally learn my lesson. I was also kicked out from an exclusive high school back in New York. I spent Freshman until my junior year in that full of bitches and arrogant school. I never want to be bullied or to see people being bullied. I was warned and suspended several times for being in a fight until the school really got tired of me. My last fight almost revealed everything my family is protecting. Thankfully Miko saved me. The school  may be got tired being bribed not to say anything about me and finally kicked me out. Then here it's happening again here in Italy.

All this years Abuelo tried to hid me from people especially the media. That's the reason why I never wear makeup and joined pageants or anything involving make-ups. People will recognize Ms. LC. Wearing makeup totally will mask my face. No one, not even Abuelo recognized me when I first had my Magazine cover when I was 12. Not even me recognized myself. I actually loved it. Imagine I can be 2 different person if I wanted to.

Abuelo hated me being a model. He always insist on me being in the business industry.  I hated it, being ordered or being told what to do. So I had a deal with him. I'm glad he agreed. That deal? Well you're going to learn about it soon.😉

Grandpa made Miko my PA while we we're studying. Since Miko was willing to travel out from Japan and I wanted her with me in New York. She was applying for a scholarship when Grandpa learned about it and took her in.
That was the greatest gift I had when I was 13.

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