Family secrets

Chapter 1: The porcelain bully.

There was a time I could not comprehend the collective dislike for the first day of the week, Monday.

Why was it so hated?

Was it because it ended the weekend? The two days of rest gifted every 120 hours?

Because it calls us back to school or work?

I quite enjoyed spending time with my pears and receiving successful grades for my work, then again the institute I attended would seem like a 2-star resort if compared to the illustration of those referred to as ' public schools' that I have encountered in books as well as films.

But those times are behind me and I know not if I would ever be able to return to such pleasures.

The bell rang, marking the end of today's lecture and when the instructor dismissed the class, I made haste to the library. I had received a message from HIM mid-lecture, ordering me to the Athenaeum in 15 minutes, that was 10 minutes ago.

After maneuvering through crowds and sprinting across the yard, I arrived at the large separate building that housed many books.

With but 2 minutes left, I greeted the cataloger, who was surely no stranger as we have used this place as our rendezvous point for quite a while, making my sudden ruched entrance that was usually paired with my less than adequate attire, a regular occurrence, all of which he ignored. I continued to the back of the room, slowing my run to a jogged as to not disturb the other occupants.

I appeared at the entrance of a circular space, enclosed by enormous book shields, with but seconds to spear.

He sat on the longest of two mini couches that faced one and other directly under the skylight. His attention on the screen of his phone. I stood, panting from my previous efforts, waiting for his invitation to enter.

"how long do you plan on standing there like an idiot?" He spoke, not bothering to look in my direction.

"I'm sorry" I apologized, solely because I knew he expected it, and took a step closer.

"hold it!" he said, picking over his cellular device to send my the glare I knew too well " who gave you permission to enter?" though it paired to be a question, it rarely ever is.

"I'm..sorry," I said yet again, stepping back to my former position.

"why bother? you've already entered" he said, sticking his phone into the breast pocket of his uniform. I didn't move, unsure of what he wanted of me.

" sit down! goodness must I tell you everything?!" he hissed in annoyance. I mouthed yet another meaningless apology as I moved to sit in front of him, on the floor rather than the opposing sit, knowing he wouldn't have allowed it. I kept my gaze fixed on the ground, looking directly at him displeases him and I was not in any position to do so.

Silence filled the small encirclement until he throws several worksheets towards me. Use to this particular treatment, I gathered them.

" you got an A on last week's homework" he announced, despite it being his homework that I had completed, in my hands.

" very good work, as expected from such a bright student " I read the teacher's notes aloud as I always did.

"old tart" he cursed, sucking his teeth in annoyance. but rather than being direct towards me, it was to the teacher who had graded the paper.

It is apart of the little routine we had fallen into, I completed his homework, he gives it in and when they were returned to him, depending on the grade and the instructors note, he would either curse the teacher or remarked on my lack of intelligence for getting anything under an A.