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Daniel Lobo, a spoiled brat and a school dropout, had never
thought his plans would be ruined. He thought he had the freedom,
free to do whatever he wants,but that wouldn't come true because
he was about to hear the most ridiculous thing he never thought
he would hear again. Ridiculous or not, he had been avoiding that
topic for two years and someone had to bring it up again, and he
was about to die from that. Not literally die. But, seriously,
who would ever want to take that exclusive freedom away from him?
That's right. The people who were about to ruin his life were
none other than...
Facing the mirror in his closet, he looked up and down at his
stylish clothes. Rule number one: good looking clothes are always
first priority. A rule he sets everyday. That was because he had
tons of cash in his pockets to spend. So, what was the first
obsession a person would do? Shopping! Shopping had been Daniel's
most recent hobby. Even though it sounded weird for a guy to love
shopping, he didn't care because what was the use of money if no
one wants to spend it? The answer to Daniel's question would be
spending it on clothes. From Levi's to Armani to Calvin Klein and
so on and so forth. That was Daniel's life for two years after he
got his freedom, which was about to be crushed very soon.
Ready to go to the hottest party alive, he walked down the
stairs, taking two steps each, and passed the lounge room. As
much as he wanted to leave, he had to be stopped by none other
than his father. Rolling his eyes, he turned around and stomped
his way to where his parents were- at the lounge room.
His parents were sitting on their respective couch. When Daniel
entered, he sighed silently and sat on the empty sofa. As he
clutches his hands and tapping his right foot, he looked at them
silently. Not because he was afraid of them, just wanted the
awkward get-together to end soon so that he could go to the most
important party. But, silence wouldn't solve anything to make
things go faster, so Daniel started to speak.
"You called me?" he interrupted. His firm father looked
disapprovingly at him and answered sternly, "We decided
"John, I think he's not ready yet," his mother interrupted
suddenly. In their household, there was a rule whenever the man
of the house speaks- never butt in until he is done. A rule
Daniel wished he could break, but because his father was a strict
man he had no choice but to keep it to himself.
His father was a different man in the past. He was loving,
caring, understanding, a father a child could love. But he
changed. No one knows for sure why but only one conclusion came
into Daniel's thought. His father changed because of him and
because of that his father hated him. Whether it was true or not,
that was the only reason he could come up with.
Mr. Lobo glared at his wife, "No, it's for the best. We can't
have him slacking around at home," Looking at Daniel, he spoke,
"I don't want a son who is stupid and lazy."
A pang of pain hit Daniel's heart. Stupid and lazy. Sure, he was
stupid and lazy, but what kind of father would lash out those
words, especially in front of his son? Offended by his father's
words, Daniel stood up from the sofa and looked straight at his
"If I'm such a pain to you, then I'm leaving," Daniel retorted
"You are not leaving this house! You are going to stay here and
only permitted to leave when you are going to the school we have
chosen," with that Mr. Lobo left the room.
Unable to digest his father's words, he looked questioningly at
his mother, who was looking at him with pity. "I'm sorry, honey.
It's your father's choice." She gave a sympathetic smile and left
him alone in the cold room.
Plopping on the sofa, he stared blankly at the flowery vase. You
are going to the school we have chosen. School. That word had
been forgotten ever since he quits school, and he had to go back
to that filthy place again.
Why? Why him? He wasn't smart and didn't have the courage to
learn. I don't want a son who is stupid and lazy. Scoffing, he
looked at a picture hanging on the bare wall. Stupid and lazy?
Yeah right! If he thinks he could take full control of his son,
then so be it, but there would always be a loser when it comes to
Daniel's games. And that person should be prepared to be