Students still lurking on the neat and trimmed hayfield of Alvin University clustered the police vehicles, not too close, everyone watching as the policemen escorted Elijah into the vehicle. He didn't struggle with them, whispered from students followed behind, each one leaving a negative remark about him. But he was too hurt to cure or maybe he's just used to it The whirring of the siren continued to fade in the air as the Vehicle drove away and slowly, the students dispersed like smoke with some still hanging around. Downtown, at the police station headquarters, Elijah stepped out of the vehicle and he was led into an interrogation room for investigation. The soft glows of the room reflected on the reflecting end– to– end glass wall. Elijah sat behind a long desk, his elbow rested on the verge and head bowed like someone grieving his loss. Elena's betrayal. If he hadn't seen the video and Dave had only witnessed the scene with no footage as evidence, Elijah would have called hi

Elijah's hand was shaking, tears blurred his eyes, threatening to spill down like a fountain of water. His lips were shaking. It parted to utter some words. At least just a word but his voice failed him. He blinked back the tears, looking at the restriction letter again. Failure! Yes, failure! His career is over. Tomorrow marks the beginning of their final year examination– a fleeting step away from graduation. Meaning he'll not be writing the final examination since he had been restricted. An extra year, extra toiling, extra year of going to lecture rooms on an empty stomach and all in all, it'll be a thing of embarrassment repeating another year with the juniors when he should have graduated with his colleagues. He'll be mocked. More cruel than before. Loving Elena had costed him a lot. His time, his sweats and his little tokens which she doesn't even appreciate. And now? His career. His life! The weight of everything shattered on his head. Looking down to the paper again,

Power, authority, fame and prominence isn't measured by Decibel but then this— The striking escorts, chrome accent cars that seem to be sculpted out of gold, each one gleaming under the streetlight, catching the attention of onlookers and stealing it. The atmosphere seems to split. Literally. The street was quiet with everyone watching the fascinating reality in shock. The woman on the second floor almost collapsed as shock pulsed a tremor through her heart. Her knee buckled under the weight of disbelief that crushed on her. She held the railings for support. The boy they called a beggar earlier. The same boy who they bathe with murky water. They're.. they're escorting him like a king. Like some kind of celebrity or a monumental Politician on decoy. Ben himself opened the door of the Maybach gls 680 for Elijah. He bowed gently and stood behind the gilded door, waiting patiently for his master to enter. Elijah paused. Reluctance flickered in his eyes but then..his emotions warre

“Your father is Chinese.” Queen Emilia started the tearjerker. The story which brought back painful and sad memories she had tried to erase from her memory but it always pieced up— fresh and painful. Chinese? Dave had always told him he has some phenotypical traits of a Chinese guy; his almond shaped eyes with moderate epicanthic fold, straight dark eye brow and his straight nose; Dave's observation. “Your father, Kai, was born into a cruel clan from China called Jang–Jang.” She continued, settling onto the bed while Elijah was on his feet, curiosity gleaming in his eyes like a child who couldn't wait to taste an ice cream for the very first time. He was a bit confused. “But, my surname is Everest. It's not Chinese.” Queen Emilia nodded gently in agreement. “That was after your father's family tried to kill you because of a gruesome custom which they called Shou Zi sacrament." Elijah's face dropped. The woman, his mother continued calmly but the deep emotion effused from her

A gentle knock on the door was what woke Elijah. The small knocking sound was a sharp reminder of his old loud apartment. The landlord, an old man in his late fifties would kick the door open even at late night just to collect the house rent. People call it a slum, some call it ghetto while some prefer to call it Street. Regardless, It was no place of peace. It is the kind of environment where people sleep with one eye open— Alert. Thugs in the neighborhood, street hustler and late night gambler disturbing the weary night with loud music from the casino. Burglars used those loud moments to operate in the hood. Elijah's button phone was stolen through the window of his room. He woke up the next morning only to see the blind covering the window ripped and his phone gone. Hence— This was the first night that gave him a beautiful sleep. And the bed? It was different from the rocky cradle at the corner of his chipped apartment. As he sat up in a navy blue night wear, his butt sank i