"Come on, let's get to class." Raina nudged Marco from his thoughts.Marco shrugged and followed Raina as she walked away, he shook his head and gathered his thoughts. He cleared his head and walked into class.Marco sat at his desk, his mind wandering far from the classroom. He felt a restlessness stirring within him, a longing for something more than the monotony of his daily routine.The need to switch it up was coming and all Marco could do was embrace the changes when they come. The teacher's voice became a distant hum, barely registering in Marco's mind as he focused on his thoughts.The teacher was making noise about some war that happened back in the day. Marco didn't want any part of whatever war, he didn't even like violence.As Raina scribbled notes in her notebook beside him, he stared at her, she appeared to be paying attention to the teacher.Each time he thought about who his person was, the one person he could talk to freely or would take the person's advice.Someone,
Marco drove down the street, his mind preoccupied with the thought of throwing a house party. Seeing as he had just moved into his new house, the idea of inviting people over and having a great time sounded like a perfect way to break into the new space. He had no neighbors and he was glad nobody would call the police on him if he wanted to put the music on full blast.He had just a few months before he leaves high school and enters the real world, going out there alone was scary, and he needed someone.Someone he could talk about these things with, who understands what it means to be ambitious and daring. Who has integrity but sadly, he knows nobody with that characteristics?Tim would have been a perfect example but it was clear that Tim would abandon Marco in a heartbeat if he met people he thought were better.Marco felt bad, so many times Tim had tried to apologize but he ignored him, he didn't need that kind of person in his life.Not with their awful personality and two-faced s
Marco ended the call and dropped his phone on the bed. He rubbed his hand on his face to grasp the situation.Marco almost said it was a prank but after the gift, he received on his birthday. He kept staring at the wall.He let out a big whoop as he jumped from his bed, and he pumped a fist in the air as he did his happy dance. The look on Marco's face was priceless.It was a look of disbelief mixed with pure joy, he couldn't help himself. His heart threatened to burst out of his chest."Yes!!" he pumped his fist one more time before he sat down. He picked up his phone and dialed his father's number."Come on, dad. pick up." Marco pleaded with the device. Marco pouted, he wanted his father to be the first person to hear this.He felt so happy from within, he sent his father a quick message to call him back telling him that he had some news.Marco couldn't keep the grin off his face, he couldn't contain the happiness he was feeling. The day of the meeting of meeting flashed in his mind
Marco tapped his pen on his book, he was so restless and he wanted to go home.The only joy he had was that he got a property in his name. After the call with his father yesterday, he called a real estate agent David introduced him to and got a price on a house.He looked at several more but only one in a gated area, it was perfect for him. He checked the house himself yesterday and bought it when he was satisfied.It had a pool and everything, Marco felt fulfilled at having something in his name. it felt cool and billionaire-ish.He didn't tell his father this, this was just a little investment of its own that Marco wanted to do. The research he did three years ago told him that real estate is a good investment.He followed up on that advice and he just got his first house, it was a thing to celebrate but Marco wanted to keep it on a down low till things were normal.He had to find people to celebrate with. Raina is number one but she would rather grill him than enjoy herself wherever
"You know better than to threaten someone on school property." The principal said with a disapproving glance at Marco. Marco said nothing but he listened attentively. "I have warned you, students, time without number about the consequences of disobeying the rules and regulations of this institution." the principal continued. Marco almost laughed, it sounded so robotic like the man has been forced a lot of times to say it over and over again. "Sir, I can explain..." Marco tried to plead his case. "Shut up, you son of a bitch." Mr. Thompson scolded. "Sir, please refrain from using such vile language here." the principal said to Chris's father. He reined in his anger as he glared at Marco who said nothing. "I am sorry about that, please go ahead." The principal told Marco. Marco who was ready to argue his case before the interruption suddenly kept quiet, he didn't know what to say anymore. Mr. Thompson was convinced that Marco was the bad guy here and there was nothing he could
Marco stifled a laugh as soon as he saw the message, it was the most surprising thing he had faced since being called into this office.Chris sat still in his seat, his face a mask of irritation as he shot daggers at Marco. Marco was tempted to stick his tongue out to provoke him further.He just settled for glaring back at Chris, challenging him to do his worse.It doesn't matter where this situation ends, it just means that Marco was right about one thing.Chris needed his father's money and his father to fight his battles, it just proved that Marco was more of a man than Chris.Mr. Thompson began speaking again, and Marco tried his best to focus on what he was saying. But he couldn't, he was already tired of the man's antics.It was no longer fun talking to him, Marco was bored and sick of the man's words.It was admirable but sick.Marco imagined that his father would never stoop this low to get things done and right there was the reason why he admired his father so much.The lon
Mr. Thompson was up in an instant, his face and neck red.He almost made Marco laugh but he maintained his stoic expression.Marco frowned deeply as soon as Chris's father was close to him, he could feel the anger emanating from his body.Are you serious, Marco? Do you have any idea how much trouble you're in?" Mr. Thompson said, his voice rising in frustration.Marco sat silently, his head hung low. He knew he had messed up, but he couldn't bring himself to respond to Mr. Thompson's anger.He had to be calm, he channeled his father in this instant and remained as calm as his father would.Chris's father stepped closer till he was directly in front of Marco, he wanted to intimidate him."I asked you a question, boy Are you even listening to me?" Mr. Thompson yelled, slamming his hand on his desk.Marco flinched at the sound of the loud thud. "Remain calm," Marco chanted in his head. He wanted to act so much like his father and not give Chris's father a reaction."Answer me, damn it!
Marco cradled his cheek as he stumbled back a few steps, his eyes wide with shock and pain. Mr. Thompson had just slapped him across the face, and he could feel the heat and sting of the impact spreading across his skin. He had never been hit before, not like this, and he was momentarily paralyzed with disbelief.He had been bullied but nobody had tried to hit his face before. Marco could hardly believe his eyes.As he stood there, trying to process what had just happened, Marco felt a wave of emotions washing over him. The first was anger, a deep and burning rage that made him want to lash out and strike back at the man who had just hit him. But that was quickly tempered by fear, a cold and creeping sense of apprehension that made his stomach churn and his heart race.Mr. Thompson was a big man, tall and broad-shouldered, but Marco never thought that he would be the target of the man's rage. More than anything else, though, Marco felt a deep sense of shame. Shame that he had ch