Sydney
The
library was the only peaceful place in the house. I could hide out
there for hours without anyone interrupting my thoughts and pestering
me with stupid remarks about the way I chose to live my life. “Being
La’Vou comes with certain responsibilities Sydney. Which means that
you should be cautious of how you conduct yourself in and outside of
these walls” is what my mother constantly would say to me as if I
honestly cared how the public viewed me. Hell my own kin didn’t
like me that much so how much weight could the opinions of Anyone
outside these walls really carry. Besides the folks outside these
walls probably regarded me in higher standing than my own family did.
It
was only in the last few months that I had even been allowed to
return back home after being shipped off to boarding school like an
untrained puppy my last two years of high school, and that was only
after I had refused to go to the college that my mother and father
had picked out for me and bought my way into. My grades where hardly
good enough for the Ivy League, of course my families money and name
weren’t.
