2 Board School

morning.

seraph woke up to a stiff and sore body, but all of the cuts and bruises that were on his person were gone. this was a normal occurrence to him. before, it took more than one night to heal but after a few years of being beat up his body started to recover faster. after bathing he put on his new uniform, black flannel trousers, a white long sleeved shirt and a short black overcoat. the trousers, shirt and overcoat were all a little too big for him. the trousers were also too long, as he was only about 5-5 and they were made for boys who were at least as tall as 5-8.

click!

after putting on his cloths and getting his old backpack, he was ready to leave. he opened the old door, ready to leave but was blocked by a mass of flesh. outside his door was a boy resembling a bus, wearing the same uniform as seraph. "ahh sera, my dear sera! come with this brother here to school!" the fatty shouted. "why are you being so loud in the morning?" seraph rubbed his empty stomach as he squeezed through what little space was left by his door.

"how can you always be so gloomy? you would think the bullying would've beat that outta you by now, heh heh!" the fatty sniggered. "yeah, like you're one to talk. even though your family is rich, you still get bullied as much as me. and unlike me, you, the rich lord fatty, can't even find someone to get married to!" seraph spat these words while walking down the creaky stairs without even looking back. "ah sera! you know where it hurts most, don't you? but what do you mean 'unlike me?' you wouldn't be able to find a girl either!" the fatty protested.

" first, i'm not interested in marriage. and second, i'm not the young master of a rich family." seraph said as he got off the last step. "what do you mean you're not interested in marriage? co-could it be that you won't marry because yours is a forbidden love?! c-could the one you're in love with be m-" Enough damn fatty!" seraph shouted as he began walking on the sidewalk. "that's lord fatty to you! and sera, the car is right here you know!" he shouted.

"you go on by yourself, i will just walk or something." seraph didn't look back and kept walking. "sebastian, go catch sera and bring him back for me!" the fatty shouted towards the car. "...as you wish, young master." the driver, sebastian, got out of the car. his muscular build hidden under the black suit. seraph, who heard what the fatty said started running like his life depending on it.

...

a few minutes later.

with a blank face seraph slung over sebastian's shoulder like a sack of potatoes once more. "figures.... damn it fatty! why do you always do this!" after being tossed into the back seat of the citroen traction avant, seraph came back to reality.

there was a reason why he didn't want to go to school with the fatty, and especially not in this car. let me explain, since girls bullied our dear seraph multiple times he tends to keep his distance, so the bullies then spread some rumors of him being being a arse bandit. and sitting in a car with tinted widows that are closed tighter than the fatty's armpit, then getting out with hair sticking to his face because of the sweat, and cloths that were unbuttoned so that he wouldn't die from the heat, you realise that he had a fairly good reason for not wanting to get in the car, because it paint's a very misleading picture.

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after about half an hour later they arrived at a large gate that was made with burgundy bricks. a lot of new students along with senior students were walking through the gate, so sebastian parked the car a good distance away. but even so, some of the students still slowed down and looked toward the car, curious as to who the rich person being driven to school was. the car door opened which caused the croud of students to quiet down.

tick tock! the seconds felt like years as they waited for the person to get out of the car. "dammit fatty! i'm never getting in a car with you again! i would rather walk until my legs broke!" all of a sudden an angry voice accompanied with a person got out of the car. "don't be like that sera! as long as i, Davidson Rockefeller, is the young master of the Rockefeller family, and son of John D. Rockefeller, i will always look out my brothers!" the fatty rolled out of the car.

as if one idiot wasn't enough, when even a mass of flesh rolled out, the crowd was on the verge of collapsing. "tch! what a waste of my time!" a girl's face turned as black as the bottom of a pan as she turned around and stomped off. some of the other people laughed it off while others looked at the two with disdain and annoyance. "ah sera! wait for me!" the fatty hurried to follow behind seraph. "didn't i tell you to stop calling me that? for the 100th time!" seraph rolled his gloomy eyes. "don't be like that sera! you can call me davi, that would make it even!" the fatty said. "ughhh! i think i'm going to vomit, and i didn't even eat anything this morning!" seraph held his mouth with his hand as he stopped walking.

most of the students who were walking by just ignored the two, but some had their eyes on the fatty. under the shadow of a large tree that was close to the gate, two people stood hidden by the darkness. "hey, if i were to wring that fatty's neck, how many coins do you think i would be able to squeeze out?" a voice filled with greed was heard. "him? i heard him say that he was from the rockefeller family, although they are not one of the most powerful families out there, they still have a large amount of influence. so if you were planning to do anything to him, i would recommend against it." a voice filled reason was then heard.

"you are to serious. who said anything about doing something to the pig. after all, if you take the piglet, the mother will find you." a grin filled with malice was plastered on the boy's face while the other was still expressionless.