Broken Pieces

sunday sadness

•zach•
Buzzzzzzz!!
"Ughhhh,whattt?!" I groaned at the intercom in my room

"Rise and shine Mister zachary, you have to get ready for today. We have alot of things to do, church being first."

"Ugh, can't I stay for at least another hour?" I replied to my Butler, Monseuir Gerald (he preferred us calling it that way) Aka man behind the intercom AKA better father than the man who claimed to actually be mine.

"I'm afraid not sir, now kindly get up and prepare for breakfast, which would be served in 10 minutes."

"Alright, alright", I sighed
"Be there in 5."

"Great."

"Ughh."I groaned.

I tend to do that alot.

Can't believe it's Sunday already. I've really been dreading this day for the past few weeks and now it's finally here. The thing is, since It's Sunday, It means that tomorrow is Monday, which means, new school, new drama, new fake people to give fake smiles to.

I wasn't really used to this whole new environment thing, I lived in New York before I transferred here because my dad's life was supposedly in danger, funny how I never even get to see him anyway.

We weren't even American and I had to change my English accent because we kept moving but we stayed in Manhattan the longest. It's still interlaced anyway.

I didn't actually believe that story. I'm pretty sure my dad just wanted to leave Manhattan cus it reminded him of my mom who died about two years, really painful.

It's safe to say I've been affected ever since. I have no emotional or any connection with my dad. He's always away, even when my mom was still alive but now it's much worse. I used to confide in my mom and Monseuir Gerald for everything. Now I'm more reserved.

At least I have Mrs Suzy my mom's cook. She's been like a mother to me when my mom was alive and even now and She's married to Monseuir Gerald, how lovely right. They're like my foster parents.

I honestly have no idea how to feel now. I hated my old school but at least I was used to it. I always just had to fit in with the rich kids because my dad was wealthy but I never really liked them.

My school life has always been sad and I don't even know what to expect in this new world.

It's a whole lot of change for me. I sighed, prayed a quick prayer, picked up my Bible and read proverbs.

I dashed into the the bathroom because you never want to be on Monseuir Gerald's bad side. I changed into my favorite sweater, my mom got me when I turned 16, about two years back, before she died. Yes and to top it all off it's senior year, in a new school. Match it up with a pair of jeans, an old school vans and I dash out.

I get to the extremely large and long dining table and as usual my dad isn't there.

I sigh not exactly suprised. Monseuir Gerald dishes out my food and takes his place right beside me, standing actually, begged him many times to sit and eat with me but he claims it's over stepping boundaries and can make my father really upset, though we both know he won't even be there to see that, hasn't been for the past 13 years and probably never will.

"Eat up young man, we have to get to church then sort out your things for your new school tomorrow."

Monseuir Gerald said with a small smile.

I sighed again probably for the eleventh time now.

"Cheer up young man, It'll be great in the end I promise." He smiled again.

"I hope it will." I replied with a small smile of my own, trying hard to reassure myself.

I went back up to get ready,looked into the mirror and said

"Let's do this." Smirking like an idiot.