Masters's Son

Twenty One

It's crazy how one day you're at home saying goodbye to your only loving family member thinking you're gonna go to a group home because you know no one wants you then the next day you're at some fruitloop's mansion because the ghost of time asked him to take you in and know he's the one that's supposed to help you with your newfound ghost abilities but you can't say anything because you know that's just not the way to go.

Now I'm several feet behind an incredibly muscular middle aged man who is my legal guardian jogging out of breath because I have absolutely no physical capabilities. Now would be the time to jump from a very high place.

"Jesus, what do I look like to you?" I stop and pant, "An insurance check?"

He stops jogging and turns around to face me. "As much as I enjoy your sarcastic remarks, we'll never make it back to the entrance at this rate."

"Well, unless I had rabid dogs chasing after me," I gesture to all of me, "this figure isn't gonna let me run as fast as you."

He puts a hand on his chin in a thinking manner, "The dogs aren't a bad idea." He states. My eyes go wide.

"You really are trying to kill me." And our longest conversation consists of possibilities of me being mauled to death. "Next time we run, it should be on a treadmill." I say.

I start to run again because no matter how little time I have left, I have to take a shower before I put on that uniform. And I'm hoping to see Sam today.

With ease, he catches up, and as if in spite of me, runs a little ahead of me.

The run ends and with jelly legs I walk up the stairs to take a super quick shower. Two stairs at a time.

Vlad's gonna murder me and will make it look like an accident. I will have a heart attack or collapsed lung by the end of this week.

I quickly get to my room, or as quick as I could, and turn the faucet on cold. I strip and hop in.

By the time I get out and get to my dresser, a toothbrush is in my mouth, a towel wrapped around my waist, a rag draped on my head, and time ticking. I open my half empty dresser to get some underwear and stumble to my chair where I had set my uniform.

I run my fingers through my soaking hair and get dressed hitting my toothbrush more than once. I spit and rinse my mouth before hopping to get my socks and shoes on. I tumble down as I try to reach for the door.

I grab my tie that fell when I hit the floor, grabbed my bag and bolted down the stairs. I make sure to hang on the railing if I start to fall because me running from this height is reckless beyond compare.

I'm too clumsy not to hurt myself.

Sweaty, soggy, and dehydrated, I get to the awaiting limousine and very comfortable looking Vlad. He's back in his usual black suit and red tie.

Panting, I grab a water bottle from the mini fridge in the limo. I chug it halfway down and drew the cap back on the expensive looking glass bottle. Don't worry, I'm 97% sure it was water.

I put it in my bag and begin on my own tie. The limo pulls out of the gates and heads towards the school with haste.

"A few minutes late, but I suppose I'll let it slide." Curse him. Die fully next time you fruitloop.

I give a small glare but look away out of the window not but a second later. I fix my shirt collar over my black tie and take the schedule from my coat pocket.

After a while, Vlad's driver stops behind another richer-than-I-could-ever-hope-to-be car. And I know I live with Vlad now, but I've branded myself a favor before he could. The line's relatively short due to almost every child here lives on campus so it was quick.