The Elites is a story about the inside lives of rich, spoilt elite kids, depicting the struggles they have to go through to prove themselves to the world, and to themselves as they seek to find acceptance, power, inheritance, Trust , Truth and love...
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Jeremiah
I pulled my gaze from the windows upstairs, letting an exasperated sigh out of my lips as I turned back to the car. I mean, all my life, I was used to attention, but never had I imagined that I'd be watching entire school stare at me from outside the car's windscreen. All of a sudden, I wasn't even sure I wanted to be in school anymore.
"You can't blame them." Manuel told me just as I turned to look at him from the rear view mirror. "Every one of these kids are stars in their own way, and home but it's not everyday they get to see an international super star and the most popular teen in the entire country."
I scoffed out loud so he could hear me. There was nothing great about any of this. There was nothing so great about who I was. I knew he was just fooling around anyway. I took my gaze back to the crowd that was waiting for me at the entrance of the huge building. I could feel the sweat in my palms. The last time I got cornered by a crowd like this, things didn't really go well.
"Now remember," I turned back to the rear mirror to look at Mannie. "You're in Africa now. You're not in the states anymore, you're in Nigeria." He continued. "Everything your father and your brother built started on this very soil, one wrong move-"
"Could screw everything up." I completed his words because I was tired of hearing everyone say the same things to me, over and over again. "Tell me something I don't know."
I heard him let out an exhale as I reached for my seatbelt. I took it off and then reached for the door.
"Jerry-"
I paused and then turned back to him, my hand still on the door handle.
"What?"
"Don't leave school on your own. I'll come pick you up from school from now on."
You have got to be kidding me. I threw my head back a little.
"Chairman's orders."
"So what now?" I turned to Manuel. "You're going to not only be my babysitter, but my chauffeur too? Aren't you bigger than that?"
"Apparently, your father doesn't trust you enough to come home on your own with a chauffeur. He thinks you could use your power to get him to do what you want."
I rolled my eyes.
"Best thing is to do what your father wants. Best advice, get him to trust you, and then you won't have to worry about anything."
Yeah, like that was ever going to happen. I turned back to the door.
"Oh, and Jerry,"
I rolled my eyes again. This was getting really frustrating. What was it this time? I turned to look at him, not really doing a good job at hiding my disgust.
"Good luck at school today. Happy first day."
What was I? An elementary school student?
"Yeah, whatever." I eyeballed him, and then turned to the door handle again, I shut my eyes for a second, taking a deep breath because I knew the moment I walked out of that car, nothing was ever going to remain the same.
