chapter one: changing of men

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STUDENTS marched through the halls and pushed passed each other in a rush to get to their class, completely inconsiderate to those around them. People here weren't very passionate about anything. Friends were inconsistent and fabricated. Teachers seemed to care more about the tests rather than the people taking them -the connection just wasn't there- and that's why school was absolute heaven for you.

You didn't have many friends as you couldn't find a pressing need for them. You've always been okay on your own. It's how you were raised since your parents had gotten you and honestly you wouldn't change it for anything. Having connections with people wasn't really your strong suit and for where you see yourself going you don't really need that experience either. You were taught that people are untrustworthy, unpredictable beings that are always looking out for their own best interest. After deciding to up your game, it became child's play when it came to manipulating others to get what you want. You'd thank them and be on your way, any "friends" you had were just passing figures in your life and yet, you couldn't find yourself minding all that much. You decided you didn't need anyone else other than family. You're fine on your own, you always have been.

Even though it wasn't always easy.

Your locker shut with a tight click and you turned to watch as the students began to file out from the hallway. With the space now vacant, you strolled down the hallway -your hands in your uniform pockets- and towards the front door. You didn't want to say you were skipping, but that's exactly what you were doing.

Teachers didn't care too much that you didn't attend their classes. Despite what it seems, you were a true academic, miraculously showing up for tests and acing them with flying colours. There was no doubt you were smart- calculating even- and had no business sitting with a group that did so much worse than you.

You went straight home as you had no fencing class on Wednesday's. Fencing was one of the only activities you enjoyed, despite being gifted in many areas- none of them sparked any interest. Fencing reminded you of actual sword fighting, something you also had a keen interest in. You had a fascination with just about anything sharp, swords, knives. You kept throwing knives in the cupboard beside the couch and you had a sharpened katana under your bed. Which does seem a little odd and excessive, but you live alone- better safe than sorry

The house you live in is always vacant and cold, the couches still plump and full. To the outside eye it would seem as if no one lived here at all. It looked like a display home, an open house of sorts. Which makes sense- your parents are on a business trip- They are for most of the year, only turning up for birthdays, Christmas' and Thanks Givings.

Yet sometimes they don't even show up for those, and when that happens you pretend it doesn't bother you.

One of the reasons your parents taught you to be independent was because they knew they wouldn't be there as much during your teenage years, which was fine with you. You figure that it's not the quantity of time that matters, instead it's the quality. You thought about this often, so your mind wouldn't  dwell on the many unanswered questions you had for your absent parents.

You sat around your home, wandering through the large property your parents had given you. Although the mansion was large, you didn't have many "servants" walking around. They would come once a week to clean up, but you did all the major chores.

Sometimes, in the back of your head, you wished they stayed longer than a couple hours per week. Then maybe the house would become a bit warmer.

You took the remote of the kitchen counter and walked back towards the living room. You turned on the television, the screen lighting up the dark living room with the millions of microscopic pixels.

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