Let Us Have An Adventure - MARKHYUCK

A new journey.

Before we start I just wanted to tell you that the first few chapters might be edited after finishing this story, to give it an overall cohesive feel. So if you come back later and see some things that have changed, you know why. Bear with me through the first chapter(s), it gets better, I swear!

Feedback is welcomed! Enjoy reading.

We moved into the new house last month. Brittany wanted to live closer to her family, so father bought us a whole new house back in Britain. 

When I asked him why he let Brittany use him like that, he got annoyed and just said, "Again, you might not understand it now, but maybe when you are older, and in love, you will. Britt and I both gave up on certain things, just so we could share a life together. You need to stop doubting her, Mark..."

It's not fair.

The only thing that woman wants is his gold, money and- I quote: "An expensive Chardonnay."

They were both were leaving in about a day, to a place the winter won't be as harsh on them as here, in Scotland.

"Do you know where I will be staying then? Maybe there is a distant family member I can stay with." I nervously looked at the floorboard.

"Ah, yes." Father might be 'Just 59' (His words, not mine), but he dresses like an old grandfather who's time is nearly due.

"I wish you would understand. We can not take you with us, honestly. You know why. The two of us, your," He paused for a second, hesitating, "mother and I, will be sharing our honeymoon without you. Your stay has already been taken care of. "

The old grandfather- sorry my bad. The middle-aged man, one who certainly must have lost his mind going through a midlife crisis, was still looking at me with disappointment, which kind of hurt, if I am honest.

"She's not my mother, father. No matter how hard you are trying, she never will be." I snarked, outing my frustration.

Backing away slowly I looked him in the eyes and said, "You must be blinded by your so called 'love' to not see that your wife, is just staying with you for the money. Honestly, are you that dense? Replacing mum so fast, you are making me wonder if you ever really loved her." 

I remember shaking from anger, all the emotions pumping through my veins. Emotions I had hidden and piled up for a long time finally seeing daylight.

"I suggest you start packing your bags, son. Only pack the necessary. Tomorrow is the day you will be leaving for boarding school."

I was shocked, "Why didn't you tell me?" Did I really mean that little to him?

"I don't want to hear a word about it. Go." Father looked straight at me, and instead of disappointment only anger could be found in his eyes.

And that, people of the internet, is how I ended up in the 9th layer of hell. 

I know you will be thinking: "But Mark, It can't ever be that bad, staying at L'insitut. It is one of the most prestigious, luxurious schools in the country after all. Just because you are wealthier, you take things for granted!I would like to see you attend a public school." 

Trust me, I know how bad those are.

While he stuffed me in there to 'educate myself on the behaviours displayed by the lower, working class' (more like wasting my time waiting for my long awaited death to arrive), father was busy devouring his third girlfriend after mums death. 

His third lover just ended up being my History teacher. And as you know, the universe always seems to want to make my day even worse. 

Mrs. Devon was no where to be seen during 6th period. They almost had to report her missing. Turns out she was just shagging with father up in the janitors closet.

Disgusting, I know. My History class caught them, and news spreads fast. Let's just say fourteen year olds aren't that nice. Got bullied for the rest of the school year. Once, my books got thrown into the paper shredder, during PE some prick stole my shoes (had to call the driver to deliver a pair of new ones) and someone even screwed me over in AP Math class, also known as the class for 'little bitch boys', or the only class I ever felt safe in.

Innocent Stephen was in on it.

He thought it was fun to steal my Math homework one day, and I ended up serving detention with Mr. Burton. 

I had to scrape off the chewing gum some of those wenches left under the tables.
With nothing but my bare hands!

"If you are worried your perfectly manicured hands will get dirty, then I can assure you that after you wash them with a bit of soap, they will be clean as a cats ass." Mr. Burton snickered.

If I ever see Stephen again I swear I will- wait what did those girls call it again? You know the ones that are determined to converse in slang only and call each other 'Bestie' every minute. Oh yeah, got it. If I ever cross paths with that git again, it is on sight. If I were him, I would sleep with one eye open.

I arrived the next day.

I hurried towards the tiny office on the first floor, right at the entrance. Father explained me where I should be present, since they had to get to the airport to go on their honeymoon.

There was this lady already waiting for me.

"My, my young man." Her voice sounded like she was an avid smoker, and with every breath she drew out, you could smell the watered down instant coffee.

"It says here, you have the room all the way up in the Solar Tower, which is located in the west wing." 

She looked over her tiny pink reading glasses. They looked so old, that I almost wondered if she bought them at a second hand shop or got them from her grandma.

"We were told that you would be in need of a room for yourself. You would not be able to share a room, is that correct Mr. Lee?" Stopping with shifting my feet, I looked up at the old lady. 

"Yes, that is correct." It was hard to focus on her words, as I tried to ignore her breath.

"Alright boy, follow me. I must say we were quite surprised when we got your letter of application. All rooms had been occupied. Except for one."

For an old short lady, she was extremely fast. I had to take a few small sprints to keep up with her, while she was rapidly talking about one of the paintings on the big walls. It was absolutely amazing how fast those tiny feet can take her up the stairs. After walking for what it seemed like hours, she abruptly stalled.

"We have arrived. Your belongings are already brought up in your room by the staff. Here is your key, and here's the spare one. Now, if you will excuse me. I have some errands to run, unless you have got some questions, young man?" How was she not tired? Sweat was rolling down from my forehead, and I had to put my hands on my knees to catch my breath. 

"No, I, uh, do not." She nodded her head, and waddled away, almost knocking over a plant in the process.

Here I was. Day one at L'institut. Staring at a spacious common room, with four doors leading to different rooms and one grand window on the left wall. I vaguely remember being amazed by the view in the tower.

Quickly checking out all the rooms, I came to realise that the first room on my left was a bathroom, and the other three on my right were a extremely spacious bedroom with a kings size bed, a walk in wardrobe, and a study room set up with a wooden desk that had pens and quills on top of it. My schedule would be given to me tomorrow morning, then I had one last day to mentally prepare my self. I took a shower and continued with putting on my favourite Winnie the Pooh pyjamas- Do not ask. I let myself sink into the mattress, falling asleep not long after.

Looking back at it now, I should have made my escape while I still could.