Loving a street fighter

Chapter 4

Eric's Pov

" Master Eric, it's time for you to wake up", a deep voice said. I stir and sit up straight, rubbing the sleep out my eyes. Mark, our butler, says. " Yea, yea, I'll get dressed", I say. He nods and walks out the room. I kick off the covers and stagger to my closet. I began to put on my school uniform, which consists of a red polo shirt with any type of jeans, with my Italian leather boots. I go to Hillside North Academy, where the smartest kids go. Since I'm not the brightest kid ever, I didn't make it in with an above average gpa. I made it in, because I had money. I go into my bathroom and  flick on the light. If it wasn't for our maids, my room would be a mess. I brush my teeth and wash my face, then I brush my sandy hair and spray myself down with the latest cologne that I have no clue how to say it. I flick off the light and walk out the bathroom and walk towards my door. I take one more look at my room before I shut the door, my room's walls are a dark red littered with posters of my favorite bands and books, my comforter is dark blue, but with light blue sheets. I have a Greek rug in the center of my room and a lamppost. My closet is a walk in and is neatly organized. My windows are covered with thick blinds. My dark wooden desk is in the corner of my  room, along with my apple laptop. I close my door and walk down the stairs. The stairs creek under my weight with every step I take. I walk to the garage to meet up with Mark in the BMW. When I open the garage door and step through, Mark is already in the driver's seat listening to his jazz music. He turns on the engine when he sees me closing the door. I walk towards the car and open the passenger seat and sit down and close the door. I fling my backpack in the backseat, while Mark presses the button to open the garage door. I open the seat compartment and it lies flat producing a plate of bacon and hash browns with utensils and a napkin. Mark pulls out the garage and drives to the gate and presses another button to open the gate. He drives me to school while I eat my breakfast. The jazz music fills up the silence in the car. When I'm done with my food, I gently push everything back into the seat compartment and dig around for a water bottle. When my hand finds one I grab it and take a few gulps. I place the water bottle in the drink holder and watch the trees pass by. 15 minutes later we arrive at Jamestown Academy for the Gifted. Mark parked the car in the front of the building , " Alright bye Mark", I said while I pulled open the door. " Goodbye Master Eric, have the best of luck today", he said while I closed the door and slammed it. I watched him drive off, towards who knows where. I turn around and walk up the stairs  leading into the school.  I sigh and hang onto my backpack and walk inside the school.