When I walked into school the next day I pretended not to see everything that was done because I was trying to build my focus level to the point where I was in my Zen mode and no one was able to bring me out of that please. To some people it might be unattainable but I was focused on getting it. After staying with my grandfather for a long time I had come to realize that one of the greatest differences between the elite and the common man is the ability to control themselves. It was paramount in the sense that it made me look better than anyone else. They would only try to fathom what I was up to but would never get to know it as long as I didn't reveal it to anyone. It was a master chess move. "There he is again, I don't know why he has refused to say anything. Rumors have it that he also slapped his grandmother." Words trailed after me making me shake my head but refuse to answer them. I knew that they were saying all of these things just to get me to speak but that was never goi

I wasn’t supposed to be surprised, right? But how dare he try to spread rumors about stealing concerning me? That was far from the truth. I’ll make him regret ever starting such nonsense.“And where do you think Mikky is?” I asked Annie, who was still standing boldly in front of me.“I don’t know. Maybe at the stadium or… maybe,” she paused, acting like she had forgotten something, then smiled like a mad person. “I guess I saw him at the school café when I was coming, but…”I didn’t let her finish. I brushed past her and made a beeline for the school café.She’s going to regret ever starting that rumor about me.As I walked outside, people’s eyes followed me. I ignored them. It wasn’t the first time, and besides, I wasn’t in the mood to entertain their stares.I soon reached the school café and swung the door open. My eyes scanned the room, but Mikky was nowhere to be found. I wondered where he could be.“What is wrong with him?” “What is he looking for?” “I just hope he’s not here

I glanced at my phone one last time to make sure I had gotten the restaurant's address right and this was it.‘Gusto’, a fancy Italian restaurant. I admired its beautiful lighting as I stepped out of the sleek black car and onto the sidewalk. My shoes clicked against the pavement as I walked toward the entrance, trying to shake off the unease. Blameless to admit I was a little nervous.This wasn’t just any meeting, though. I was meeting with my grandfather and his business partner’s daughter. The whole thing felt like too much of a setup, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready for whatever they were trying to pull.I could give anything to be at home right now and not be here but this was my grandfather I was talking about. He already reminded me this morning and I knew better than to pull any stunts, I just had to go along with it.I pushed open the door, and the smell of spices and sizzling food hit me. The restaurant was a mix of elegance and comfort–high taste, cozy food, and a quiet

It was just another ordinary morning when the call came in.I was reviewing some notes for an upcoming project when my phone rang, I wanted to ignore it instantly but I thought otherwise.The number flashing on the screen was one I instantly recognized—our family driver.“Hello?” I answered, already sensing something was off.“Master Jordan,” he responded, his voice tight with urgency. “It’s your grandfather. He collapsed at the office.”My pulse suddenly increased by a hundred percent, pounding at its hardest against my chest, “say that again?”He repeated his words and it hit me like a freight train. “Collapsed? What do you mean? Is he—”“They’ve taken him to City Memorial,” he interrupted my panicking. “I thought you should know.”“Thank you,” I muttered, already grabbing my keys. It felt like all the oxygen in my lungs was running out as I rushed out of my room and made my way downstairs.Grandmother was in the sitting room, engrossed in her knitting. Her calmness felt like a crue

Walking into the office of the man who I had suddenly come to resent was a huge sacrifice but I had to pay it anyway. "I have spoken to Miss Alice and we've been able to rectify your scores." Mr. Braxton announced immediately he spotted me. I refused to show emotion, lest he took it to mean something else. "However, I believe that if we would be doing something of this nature, I proposed that there would be another testing. It's either that or taking those scores as yours." He said, with an ultimatum in mind. I chuckled softly at his attempt at doing something he considered worthwhile. "So... You want me to resit a test I passed with flying colors for? How cool is that?" I answered rhetorically. "You don't want to resit the test?" He demanded from me, leaving me with a small wicked smile. I leaned over the table and stared right into his eyes. "Oh... I think that you should have already known that." Mr Braxton shot me a matching glare, trying to prove his lack of intimidation