prologue

 

He didn’t like getting punished. Not by his teacher but especially not by his father. He wasn’t sure if his father’s punishments were even legal. Of course not, he was only seven years old for goodness' sake. He’s not conpletely oblivious though. He knows some of the more obvious crimes but the qualifications of child abuse were a mystery to him. How would he know the limits if these punishments were what he got all his life whenever he made mistakes?

 

Luck was on his side this time. His parents were out of the country and were the kind of people who refused to answer their phones whenever they were on a vacation. They wouldn’t know of what he did in school for another four days. He was safe for another four days.

 

That didn’t stop him from running. He didn’t like school anyway and the teachers wouldn’t miss his presence. Not when he was a burden to them; he knew he was. He made their jobs harder. He’s not stupid; he knows they’re all trying their best to make him more social, to have the others befriend him. It’s not his fault he doesn’t like any of them. The snobbish rich kinds weren’t just his type of people. But that’s what he gets for having rich and famous parents; in their working field that is. They even sent his brother to some prestigious school in England he could never remember the name of. Language was never his forte anyway.

 

It wasn’t that hard to leave school. He was pretty short for his age - a result of his parents’ neglect to properly manage his food intake - so slipping past the teachers and hall patrol was a breeze. The hard part was slipping past the guard and through the gate without being noticed. It only opened for cars and there was no way out of campus except this gate. 

 

He knows everything that goes on in his school though. He knew that at exactly half past ten, a black limousine would pass by that gate carrying his classmate’s lunch for the day. He also knew that it would take exactly a minute for it to pass by, more than enough time for him to slip past the gate unnoticed. It was a quarter past ten already. Patience is indeed a virtue.