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Chapter One | Mason

↳ ❝ [Well I don't consider myself a comedian] ¡! ❞
✧. ┊ "Upper West Side" by King Princess

I hate Mondays.

I heard the annoying alarm clock going off beside me on my nightstand. I clenched the pillow over my ears and groaned. I don't understand why school must start so early. But then again it's a private school.

I heard the butler ring the little bell giving yet another warning to get up. I sit and rub my face slouched. Astrid—my cat—leaped on my bed and snuggled up in my lap. I pet her softly and play with her pearl collar with a little golden bell hanging from it.

The butler comes with his black and white tuxedos and his gloved hands. He stares with his emotionless face. Mr. Taylor, It's time to get ready for school." He said in a monotone. He walks over to my closet and picks out my uniform and lays it out.

"Your breakfast is downstairs, Mr. Taylor." He said, putting my vitamins on my nightstand with a glass of water. Astrid hissed at him, but he didn't flinch. He just rolled his eyes and walked out.

Astrid is not a people person.

I'm her favorite.

I got up and stretched out my tense bones and walked over to Astrid's little castle and filled her food bowl and water bowl. She swiftly jumped over to the top and spun around before laying down on her paw on top of the other.

I put the book I was reading away on my bookshelves and many other books, so the maids don't see it.

I would kill myself if they found out what I read.

I'm hopelessly romantic.

I would kill to have a love like in my books.

Only one can dream.

I walked into my bathroom and looked at the large mirror that takes up most of the wall and grabbed my electric toothbrush and put in toothpaste and brushed my teeth. I spit out the foamy toothpaste and rinse with mouthwash and water. I clipped my blonde hair back and started to wash my face. I unclipped my hair and began to brush it out and styled it to my liking. I'm not as masculine as other guys, but I've learned to like myself because of it. I'm also not a big butt-hole like other guys.

Once I finished, I hurriedly put on my freshly pressed uniform. I huffed in frustration as I couldn't tie my tie and left it and headed downstairs. I see my mother and father smiling and giggling at each as they stand in the kitchen. My mother was much shorter than my father, so she was looking up at him as his hands cupped her face. She had her scrubs on and her slippers while my father had his suit on. I saw all the food on the table and gasped, sat down, and started to dig in.

My parents sat down in front of me and started to glance at each other nervously. My mother has a habit of playing with her fingers when she's nervous. My father also has a habit of playing around with her fingers.