Mikah

CHAPTER FOUR

There was a time in my life worth the things I did, or rather inappropriate to do.

I'm rather sure that every young lad has this phase, but mine was one of the worst, apparently.

Being raised by a famous writer, Olsen Morley, for that matter, I was brought up around the idea that everything I did had to be absolutely perfect.

All because I was raised by him, and if it were that I was to be raised under his roof, I would have to be rather a gentleman.

While I was younger, I didn't understand the seemingly rather "foolish" rules, but I obeyed... most of the time, at least.

One of the times I didn't obey, I was rather young, perhaps nine or ten. I had said something rather snarky to Olsen and he looked at me in a way that was giving me the impression as if he was going to slap me.

I winced, preparing for what he was going to do with me. But then he began to look down at me, inside out of what I guess was other disappointment.

"You know, boy, not all of us are perfect. Some of us make fatal mistakes, as you just did now, and others make bigger more extravagant mistakes, such as murdering someone. And I do not wish that you ever get to that point, Angus. So please for the love of God! You were raised up as Angus Monaghan, brought up by me, Olsen morally for goodness sake's! Start acting like it, why don't you? Or else I can promise you, you will surely be ashamed in yourself."

When he told me that, I began to feel as though my life is flipped upside down. Almost as if the world finally made sense, as if I would gain the maturity I needed to have, to live. That's when I realized, for better or for worse, I need to start acting as a man.

From that day forward, Olsen taught me manners and even went as far as making sure I treated everyone at the orphanage especially him and the lassies, with respect.

Ever since then, that's been my "policy" you could say. I had to obey, always. No matter what. If not, well, honestly, I wasn't even sure what Olsen would do. I just know I have to obey.

I wasn't exactly being a gentleman with the Stagg sisters, I was simply being myself. Just because I was raised as "Angus Monaghan" and raised by the Olsen Morley, does not mean that I am a perfect person.

The person who raise you does not define who you are, always remember that.

Especially if you are me, being raised by all sing Morley, the fancy man who thinks he's too good for anyone else. All because of one book, one book that changed his life indefinitely. One book that made him the most known man in Balleyhauntis.

Don't let a man define you, let yourself in your personality to find you. Not this other crap that no one except the upper class cares for.

All the upper class genuinely cares for us how much money they withhold as well as how much the poor below them makes. Nothing less, and absolutely nothing more, I tell you.

Just because I'm technically in that class, does not mean I don't have perspective in these types of things. You know, you can always tell by the way someone dresses did just how wealthy they truly are.

I stood up from the seat Olsen's office, and turned to him, nodding,

"I'll write tomorrow. For now, I need a break," I spoke.

He looked at me pathetically,

"Very well, then."

I peered out the window looking towards the porch.

Smoke came from the central direction of the porch, making me ever so confused.

Then I noticed Phoebe on the railing of the porch, holding her journal close to her as well as when I assume to be a cigarette in the other.