"Remember, if you destroy this home while we're gone, Mom will disown you."
Atlas' words echoed in my mind as I stared at the burning rubble that was once our vacation home. Well, it wasn't ALL rubble. There was one metal pole left standin-Nope, never mind, it's all rubble. My fathers blowtorch felt like lead in my hand. The entire neighborhood was gathering around with fancy cameras in their filthy rich hands. My cherry red face showed in the reflection of the silver fire device.
I tried hiding in the rubble, but to no avail. The only thing I got out of it was a dirty face and a roar of laughter from the crowd. Suddenly, the group of idiots parted. My dads ruby encrusted Lamborghini pulled into the..uh..driveway? It wasn't a driveway anymore. It was more of a forest of blackened stone. As I was trying to figure out what it was, my father stepped out of the car with a grim expression.
He opened his mouth to speak, but instead my mothers voice came out.
"ATTICUS?!" She shrilled.
I looked down at my feet. "Atticus isn't home right now..check back later."
My father walked towards me. Ugh, he smelled like he drowned himself in Axe. He grabbed my chin with his rough hand and pulled my head up. I grinned sheepishly. My twin brother glared at me.
Before I continue, let me explain Atlas and me. He is the definition of perfect. At our school, every girl and boy swoons at the sight of him. His onyx black hair, perfectly tanned skin, always on time, and of course, my parents favorite. My brother lives to scold me. While he's perfect, I'm the absolute opposite. I have very messy brown hair, ghostly pale skin, acne, and all I can do is be a class clown. Yeah, some people like me for being the comedy king, but everyone loves my brother. Anyways, back to the matter at hand.
"Atticus. First you 'accidentally' drown one of my ties in candle wax, and now this. We thought you could be responsible, but we were wrong," this was what my father had to say about this situation. He shoved a pamphlet for Mrs. Quixs' Home for Delinquents.
My mother spoke up again, anger fueling her every word. "This is where you'll be living. Get in the car! NOW!"
I stumbled into the car, due to my brother gleefully shoving me in. I snarled. My parents got back into the car, slamming the doors, and started the journey to Mrs. Quixs'.
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Zodiac Institute
FantasyAfter a slight incident with a blowtorch, Atticus is disowned by his rich and powerful family. He is then sent to Zodiac Institute, cleverly disguised as a strict orphanage. He learns the virtues of friendship of family...until the rival school (G...
