I groan. "Do we really have to talk about that? Do I even need to go to school?"

    John nods. 

   "Yes, I'm afraid you have to. We need to keep appearances. Plus I'm going to be busy, so I can't homeschool you. And I don't want you alone here...yet."

    Yet? What does that mean? Appearances? "What are you going to be doing?" I decide to ask.

    "Work," is his immediate response.

    "What kind of work..?"

    "I'll tell you later on."

    I huff. "Fine." Damn, this stubborn richass. It's hard to get answers out of him, unless he accidently blurts them out.

    "So what school will I be going to this time?"

    "Cliffedge. It's an advanced private school. Plus, I have quite the influenced seeing as I'm their biggest sponsor. You'll do excellent there," John states confidently.

    "Uh...alright? Wait, why am I going to a private school? That's advanced? I don't even pay attention much in class. Shouldn't I just go to some alright-ish public school?"

    "No, private schools have some benefits, and they are the benefits I need. They are secure. I've already checked out the school myself, and it has my approval," he says, "Plus, I know you'll do quite well in school."

    He stands up, and walks over to a cabinet. Pulling out a file, he sits back down and sets it on the table. 

    "Like I said, I've kept tabs."

     John opens the file. "Perfect scores. Throughout all of your schooling, till Hiniku passed away. You grades miserably dropped. It wasn't because you did not pay attention in class, or lack of  opportunities and good teachers.. You simply did not care and didn't do any assignments, didn't attend, or intentionally failed them. I checked the attendance records, and you have an unbelievable amount of abscesses and late arrivals, as well as missing assignments. It's surprising how you managed all that."

    "In Cliffedge, you will arrive on time. I will take you to school every day. They have security at each end, so it will be difficult to escape. If you do manage it, it's about 20 miles to any nearby property. The staff is aware of your history with keeping yourself in your seat, so they will keep a close eye on you. Do not fail any classes. I expect you to be at the top of the class." 

    After he finishes, he smiles, "Are we clear?"

    I gape, utterly stunned. Damn, this would be a tough one. It was a new environment, completely out of my expertise. 

    "What should any of it matter..?" I ask quietly.

    John looks me in the eyes. "It's what she wanted, is it not?"

    I swallow, my throat dry. "Yes."

    "Alright so I guess, since now I'm a rich kid, I gotta be going to the rich kid schools," I joke.

    "But there's one thing you did wrong." 

    John frowns, slightly puzzled.

    "What is it?"

     "You underestimated me," I cross my arms, smirking, "I won't just be top of the class. I'm taking over the whole damn school." 

     John grins, eyes full of mischief. "Then you better get started."

Extra: . . . . 

Kian: "Wait, do I have to wear a uniform?!" 

John: "No."

Kian: *exaggerated sigh of relief* "Thank god."

John: "The parents bought off the the uniform requirement rules three years ago. Due to 'emotional damage' and 'programming.' It was really because of the brats complaining."

Kian: "Oh."

Also Kian: goddamn rich kids! (But at least I don't have to wear a uniform.)