Post by Maxwell Cherry on Jun 19, 2008 14:53:28 GMT -6
A sigh escaped the lips of the young boy as he stepped out of his limo, putting his aviators over his eyes. He was here, shipped off and away from his family to "become better behaved." In other words, his parents didn't know how to control him and they were hoping that this place could. As if. His parents were just too dumb and busy to try and deal with him. They seemed to think that this hell hole would help, but Maxwell instantly knew it wouldn't. He'd get around anything they could throw at him here. Just like he always did at home.
"Sir, where would you like your bags?" His chaffuer asked. Maxwell didn't even look at him. He flicked his wrist over by the door and with that, he looked around and ignored his chaffuer as he grunted, lifting his heavy luggage. There seemed to be no one of interest around. Not a soul that deserved his company. Heck, there wasn't even a pretty girl in his viewing area that looked lonely.
"This is dumb." He said to no one in particular. This place looked great, but it was probably boring. Maxwell wanted parties. Something fun to stir things up. The teachers would probably even take his crap because his parents can easily afford for him to stay here. This was going to be the most boring year of his life, he was sure of it. What good could come from being in an upper class boarding school? All the kids here would be snobs, only knowing how to party and act like they ruled the world. Maxwell preferred to hang out with his middle class friends. Now they knew how to party. But it didn't matter anymore, they weren't here.
Maxwell reached up and fiddled slightly with his aviators, now looking over to where his luggage was stacked.
"See you." He said to his chaffuer, adding in a slight wave. Now he was for sure stuck here. There was no way out except to run. But Maxwell didn't even have a place to run to. The only place he could go was back to London, but there was no point in going back there.
"You want me to take your luggage?" A male voice said from behind him. It was the bell boy. Yet again, Maxwell just lifted his hand, not looking at the boy, and waved him away. From behind his back the bell boy nodded and took his items. Maxwell wasn't ready to go up to his room just yet. That would be for later. Right now he was more interested in the fountain that stood before the school. It was large with crystal clear water streaming from it. Something that Maxwell would have expected from a place that thought it was so upper class. Maxwell took a quarter from his pocket and threw it into the fountain.
"To a good year." he said under his breath as he adjusted his aviators and sat on the edge of the fountain.
"Sir, where would you like your bags?" His chaffuer asked. Maxwell didn't even look at him. He flicked his wrist over by the door and with that, he looked around and ignored his chaffuer as he grunted, lifting his heavy luggage. There seemed to be no one of interest around. Not a soul that deserved his company. Heck, there wasn't even a pretty girl in his viewing area that looked lonely.
"This is dumb." He said to no one in particular. This place looked great, but it was probably boring. Maxwell wanted parties. Something fun to stir things up. The teachers would probably even take his crap because his parents can easily afford for him to stay here. This was going to be the most boring year of his life, he was sure of it. What good could come from being in an upper class boarding school? All the kids here would be snobs, only knowing how to party and act like they ruled the world. Maxwell preferred to hang out with his middle class friends. Now they knew how to party. But it didn't matter anymore, they weren't here.
Maxwell reached up and fiddled slightly with his aviators, now looking over to where his luggage was stacked.
"See you." He said to his chaffuer, adding in a slight wave. Now he was for sure stuck here. There was no way out except to run. But Maxwell didn't even have a place to run to. The only place he could go was back to London, but there was no point in going back there.
"You want me to take your luggage?" A male voice said from behind him. It was the bell boy. Yet again, Maxwell just lifted his hand, not looking at the boy, and waved him away. From behind his back the bell boy nodded and took his items. Maxwell wasn't ready to go up to his room just yet. That would be for later. Right now he was more interested in the fountain that stood before the school. It was large with crystal clear water streaming from it. Something that Maxwell would have expected from a place that thought it was so upper class. Maxwell took a quarter from his pocket and threw it into the fountain.
"To a good year." he said under his breath as he adjusted his aviators and sat on the edge of the fountain.
