Masters's Son

Nineteen

My first alarm goes off.

I groan sitting up. With the sun barely risen, I fall bad down on my oh so heavenly pillow.

What did I need to do today? Oh yeah, school...

School!

I jump up ripping the covers off of my body. In a dazed state, I wobble to my bathroom.

Ten minute shower, my second alarm goes off. Twenty minutes till I need to be downstairs. I brush my teeth, drying my hair with my towel.

I rush back over to my bed with a pair of clean boxers on. I pull the ribbon and start putting on my new school uniform.

I put on a clean shirt and suspenders from yesterday's clothes shopping but put everything from the box on afterwards.

Black pants. Black jacket. Black shoes. And this is just a guess, but black tie too.

What do you know? I was right.

Now how to put on a tie. I'll worry about it later. With a quick run to the bathroom, I spit and rinse my mouth. I hastily brush through my clean cut hair. It looks decent actually. I grab my phone and silence it so I don't have to worry about any app notifications because I sure as hell ain't getting a message or significant texts.

The only texts and calls I get are from telemarketers. Poor sods.

I run through the halls to get to the stairs. The tie dangles from my neck as I rush down the steps.

I heave and try to catch my breath as I walk into the dining area. A small breakfast was ready to be eaten when I got in there. I think I made it in time.

"Cutting it close." Vlad says tapping his wrist watch.

I would retort with a friendly 'fuck off' but it's much too soon for that.

"I'm up and ready. That's what matters." I say and walk to my seat. Eggs, toast, and sausage. A bottle of syrup way too fancy for such a simple meal like this in between me and fruitloop here.

"I suppose so, Badger." He says and takes a sip of what I can only guess is coffee. I got orange juice. Caffeine hogger.

And also, can we all just take a moment to realize he just called me something other than 'Daniel'? And it's Badger no less. Where'd he pull that name from?His ass?

I eat my entire breakfast, because I know there's a high chance I won't eat lunch today. My stomach felt more full than when Jazz took me out to eat at some diner place.

I miss her. I miss my sister.

"Your bag is set in the entrance living room." So I was right, he does have more than one living room. "It's on the couch." He says. I expected a wave with his had in a 'shooing' manner but it never came. I decided I wanted to get up anyway.

I'm not enthusiastic about school, who is really? But I do want to better my studies.

I do have someone to make proud.

I walk into the living room and see a plain purple back pack leaning on the arm of the couch. I zip it open to get a glance at what I have. Two binders, two notebooks, and a folder. In the smaller pocket I have pencils, pens, and erasers.

So the bare minimum is what I have. Not that I mind though, I've ran on less.

I pick it up. It's not light, but it doesn't feel like a ton of bricks either. That's good I guess.

"I should also tell you," I sling the bag on and turn to Vlad, "tomorrow I expect you wake up at 5:20 to join me for a morning run." He makes himself comfortable in a chair across from me.