Nesscas Oneshot Haven

Sacrifice

I hate this, I hate everything about this. School is starting back up. Why do I hate it? It's because of my parents. They're rich, and I mean like Bill Gates type of rich. But, this means everyone associates me with those riches, even though I shouldn't be. I don't even have a penny to my name. My brother, Claus, he gets all the money. He's the favorite. The money has gotten to their heads faster than a priest to a young boy. I've tried to ask them for money, but they don't pay me any mind. I don't know if I should even call them family. I'm closer to poor servants that are hired by my Scrooge McDuck family.

After thinking in my bed for a good long hour, I finally get up to get ready for my last year of school. But, not like anyone cares. To everyone, I'm just a spoiled rich boy. I walk into my bathroom. I see that it's large, and I kind of feel disgusted by it. I have a large bathtub, a fancy toilet, a nice shower, and a fucking jacuzzi. It doesn't matter, I'm just here to brush my teeth. Right before I do it, I look at myself in the mirror. My blonde hair has a small loop in the front. I've always had my hair like this, and it's fun to play with. Man, that's sad. I shake my head before finally starting to brush my teeth.

After finishing, I walk out of my bedroom into a large upstairs foyer. It's large, but also rather empty. I walk down the stairs into the main foyer. Connected to the left side of the foyer is the dining room. I walk in and see Claus, and my mom and dad sitting at the table. There's only one seat left, which is opposite of Claus's seat. All of them are on their phones. Nothing wrong with that, of course, but maybe once I'd like to talk to them. I sit in the empty chair. One of the servants, named Mac, places my plate down. I look up at him. He's buff, and his face is always seemingly bruised. He's a boxer, and just a servant part-time. He's the most fun out of the others. He's willing to talk to me. The others seem rude, and see me as some snotty little spoiled kid. But Mac, nicknamed Little Mac, isn't like that. He's the only person I'd call my friend, or even family at that. "Thank you," I say. Mac grins as he walks back into the kitchen. I pick the fork up, which was already placed at the table, and dig into the fancily cooked chicken. It's so fancy, I can't even describe it. It's definitely something Gordan Ramsey would make. I start eating when I look up at my family. I swallow and clear my throat. "So, mom? Dad?" Before I can ask the rest of my question, they get up and walk out of the room, leaving their plates full on the table. I just sigh. I turn to look at Claus, who I doubt even noticed me. "Claus?"

"I'm eating my breakfast in my room," Claus calls out for the whole world to know, then takes off with his plate. I look down at my own plate.

"Fancy ass chicken for breakfast, how do none of them see this as odd." I just shake my head, knowing that nothing I'll say will drain into anybody. Well, maybe Mac, but no one else cares. I finish my breakfast and enter the kitchen. There are a few servants, but none of them attempt to befriend me. They just give me dirty looks as I walk the plate to the sink on the wall opposite the door. Instead of just leaving it there, I wash it. Once I put the dish away I turn to see Mac entering the room. He gives a small bow.

"Lucas, it's about time to head out. The limo is waiting," Mac says. He knows I hate that vehicle, but he also knows my family values their image. I give a sad nod and walk to the door. Mac puts his hand on my shoulder. I turn my head. "Try to defend yourself in school. Don't let those bastards get to you." I force a smile and walk out of the room.

Once I leave the mansion I see the long black limo waiting for me. It looks like Claus took his already. We both have one. In fact, this is the only thing my parents have given to me, other than life. Both of which seem very disposable. The driver, Bart Lemming, is a cool dude. He, much like Mac, is very buff. He's actually a professional racer and actor. He doesn't know this, but I admire him. His movies and races help me get through the day. I've seen his first-ever movie, F-Zero, at least 200 times. His alias is extremely cool, being Captain Falcon. I have a model of his majestic Blue Falcon. "Um, Lucas?" Bart asks through the window. Oh crap, I've been fanboying it out for a bit. No matter how long he's been driving me around, I never get over the fact about who he truly is. I clear my throat and enter the back. Bart slides the window behind his seat to look at me. He must know that I'm not a huge fan of the limo. "If you want to take the bus, I take no offense." I look up at him.