The Leviathan Tristin

The first rays of dawn crept through Tristin's window, pulling him from a restless sleep.

"Is it morning already? It feels like I haven't slept at all," Tristin sighed as he woke up, took a shower, and quickly went downstairs for a light breakfast.

In the kitchen, the smell of eggs and bacon filled the room. An old lady, slim and tall with light skin and a face that had only a few wrinkles, hummed along to a song playing on the radio as she danced while making breakfast.

"How can a 64-year-old lady have such a temperament?" Tristin marveled with a smile at the sight.

"Good morning, Grandma. You seem in good spirits today. Did you have a good night?" he asked with a smile.

"Good morning, grandson," Grandma replied, her eyes twinkling. "Today is your debut in Bongsburg West Side. Of course, I'm happy, Tristin." She shook her arms in excitement.

"I've been here for two weeks, Grandma, but if you're happy, I'm happy too." He smiled before asking, "How do I look?" Tristin turned around to show off his uniform.

"I like how that blazer fits you. The navy-blue with sky-blue stripes suits your skin tone perfectly. The girls will be all over you, I just know it!"

Tristin chuckled but didn't comment. He had a lot on his mind, and girls were the last thing he cared about.

"If your parents could see how much you've grown and the way you've handled the situation with your uncle, they would be proud. I know I am," Grandma said, fixing Tristin's shirt collar.

Tristin gave his grandma a bitter smile but didn't comment.

"Cheer up, you've been gloomy for two weeks now," she said, gently pushing Tristin with a light pat on the chest. "By the way, do you want me to accompany you on your first day?"

"No, there's no need, Grandma. I'll be fine. Plus, I'm 17. It wouldn't send a good message if I let my grandma accompany me to class."

Grandma chuckled. "Alright, alright. Independent young man, are we? Bus or car today?"

"I'll take the Ferrari. After all, first impressions last the longest," Tristin said, thinking; "I need to be as high-profile as I can be."

"You know it. Make sure they don't forget it. Now finish up and don't be late. Oh, and remember to bring a cute girl home from school. The house is too empty with just the two of us," Grandma said, winking.

Tristin shook his head and chuckled. "Thanks, Grandma. I know. I'm off then. Have a lovely day. I'll see you after school."

Grandma wished Tristin a great day at school as he headed out.

Tristin arrived at school, not recognizing the blue Ferrari that has just entered the student parking. Students were eagerly waiting to see who would step out.

Exiting the car, Tristin looked around with a smug smile. "So the parking is connected to the main entrance of the school, where the school's security guards scan our student IDs," Tristin thought as he walked to the main entrance under everyone's gaze.

"Who is he? He's dreaming?" one girl asked.

"He's so handsome. He looks mixed race, so tall and manly. I could feast on him all night. I bet he's from a noble house," another girl said, licking her lips.

"Oh please, there are no nobles in Bongsburg," a guy said, rolling his eyes.

At the main entrance, a tall, middle-aged man with a strong build, the security guard, came out from a small, four-cornered house next to the gate to meet him.

"Out of all the cars you could have chosen from in Sunville, you chose a Ferrari? Isn't that a bit overkill?" the security guard asked with a smile.

Tristin smiled back, a smile that made the girls scream in joy. "You saw?" he asked.

"Yeah, we also monitor the student parking with cameras. Nothing gets past us," the security guard said.

"In just one month after arriving in Bongsburg, you managed to get the layout of the city and a job where we can see each other every day," Tristin said, looking down to hide his teary eyes. Then, meeting the guard's gaze, he continued, "I'm truly grateful for having you here with me, Mr. Masombuka."

Mr. Masombuka cleared his throat and looked around before speaking. "Young master, I've known you for seven years now, and we've grown from being student and teacher to best friends. How could I leave you after everything you went through in the past month?"

Tristin looked up at the clear blue sky, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath as he recalled how his life was, just two months ago. "I had everything. Now I have to fight for what was already mine against my one and only uncle." he thought, sighing.

Seeing Tristin in turmoil, Mr. Masombuka comforted him. "Young master, we will go back to Sunville. When that time comes, no one will be able to stand in your way."

"Yeah, you're right," Tristin said, clenching his fists and narrowing his eyes. "And it all starts with the west side of Bongsburg. This school will set it all up."

"With so many students coming from big families who have influence in the west of Bongsburg, this school is the perfect place to start our operation," Mr. Masombuka agreed.

"Let's turn this place upside down, Mr. Masombuka," Tristin said, scanning his student ID as he entered the school with Mr. Masombuka.

Mr. Masombuka chuckled and reminded him, "And don't forget to have fun. After all, you are still a teenager, and this is a school."

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that. I'm planning on having a blast here," Tristin said with a smug smile, raising his left eyebrow. "By the way, I need to go to the faculty building to find Miss Megan. She's supposed to settle me into class."

"Miss Megan is in Blog D, room number five. The faculty building," Mr. Masombuka said, frowning. "You didn't read the document about the school layout I sent you last night, did you?"

Tristin scratched his head and chuckled a bit. "I… I like to get the feel for the layout first."

"Well, go get the feel for it, young master," Mr. Masombuka said, pointing to a two-story building with a hip roof adjacent to the main gate. "Look for room five and get a feel for it," he said with a funny smile that made him look even older.

Tristin chuckled as he heard Mr. Masombuka's sarcasm. "Thank you, Mr. Masombuka. It won't be long now. Just wait a bit as I bring chaos to life at St. Ntuli High School," he said as he headed to Blog D.

Mr. Masombuka shook his head with a smile and headed back to the small security guard house near the gate.