cнαηgє - Kindergarten 2 (Felix X Kid)

Tuesday // 8:00a.m.

8:00 a.m.

(A/N ; you can skip the part you've already read on the first chapter. When you see (----------) is where you can start reading this chapter)

Kindergarten is a school for youngins such as my brother and I. The thing is, we are rich, but for some reason, our kindergarten is a poor plebe one. I'd understand why Teddy should be here, but not me. I'm a superior being! I just don't understand why father could just let us go in this disgusting trash can. It's hell, but he said that this is training everyone in my family bloodline has to go through. I'm surprised we all lasted this long. But no worries. Once we hit high school, we'll be transferred back to London, our hometown, and have a whole new and better, not disgusting, school. Imagine that. These plebes would be jealous and beg for money from us. Ha!

Ahem

But to go back to the reality of things, Teddy and I were discussing a small.... Well.... Ruse, I'd say. To "kill Oswald", but of course, I don't want to eliminate him in any way or reason, I just want this to be a cover up for something far more worse, and Teddy's the victim, helping himself to his death.
Oh, my sweet, poor, naïve and innocent Theodore, such stupidity in one could lead up to many years of discrimination in my father's company. That's why he should kick the bucket,, and we'll.... Maybe also because he's just unsuited, being an heir to my father's company, that is. He's just so gullible and easy to manipulate into doing things, I wish it was just as easy as telling him to kill himself. God, that would make my life even easier.

"Uhmm.... Out of topic question, but, what do you think of the new kids who are going to come today? Who should I avoid?" Theodore asked me, like the idiot coward he is. "I don't care for them. Just the plan were staging. Now-" "Here they come!" I rolled my eyes and looked behind me to see a bus pull up by the drive way, a new pair of shoes stepping on the pavement of the sidewalk. About 4 kids came out, the other one in a wheelchair appeared from behind the bus. I stared as each one of them stepped out, judging them in silence.

'cripple, weirdo, crybaby, fat and ugly, Barbie doll-'

I gasped at the last one.
I... I didn't know why....
How come I feel all warm and fuzzy inside???
What is this?
I feel weak....
My face feels hot all the sudden...
Am I having a fever!?
Do I have to go to the hospital!?
Oh crikey...

I stared right into his brown eyes. His. Do I like him or something? Is this what mother has talked to me about? Love?

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Puh! No way! He's a boy, and I'm a boy. We can't date each other, thats unnatrual and weird. Plus, he's a plebe, just like the rest of them, and I'm an heir to a big company! He's poor, I'm rich, in short. We can't be together. My reputation would be wrecked as if someone had broken it from below, making the top all come down with it.
Wait.... I think father had talked about this before....
What was it called?
A boy dating a boy.... What was it...
He said I'd go to hell if I did as well....
That God would hate me....
What was it?
Home....
Home....?
Homo?
Homual?
It was something like that...
Or just Homo for short....
Thank God father talked to me about that, or I would've been sent to hell already. He protects me....

"Felix?" Teddy made me snap out of my trance. "Are you alright? You seem a bit red...." I scoff and nervously cleared my throat, "O-of course I'm alright...."

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I watch as he goes up to Carla. He seems confident, which impresses me in someone. Confidence is the key to many things. Plays, acting, the sorts. That would make him a pretty good business partner, unlike Teddy and his nervousness. Such a good family company, wasted to make him. I don't even know why father lets him be an heir, after all, they have me. I am clearly a much better option. I'm handsome, rich, smart and most important of all, not homo. Though, mother did say love can be whatever.... And mother is usually right. But father is more right! And mother passed away. Father's words are clearly the better option. Right? I'm confused. Maybe I'm too young to understand these things? Or I'm just not mature enough. I want to be like my father, but bolder. (A/n ; curse my musical addiction) Father told me he was the king of Applesoft since he was 16, and I dream to be just like him, taking on something important and big at such a young age, and at the same time, wise.