As a day passes: Chapter one
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I woke up, it was dawn and the burnished part of my window glared onto my face. The sunlight was beaming in, screaming to receive some attention. I then slipped out of my covers and made way to the sauna/bathroom. My parents where not up yet, though I wasn’t sure, my father could of been working in his private-study.
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After taking a simmered bath and getting dressed I walked downstairs into the dayroom. My private tutor and curriculum instructor were on their way, so I had to be ready. And If not, I would be banished to my room for the day.
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My mother came into the dayroom.
“Stuart, comb your hair.” she demanded.
My mother came into the dayroom.
“Stuart, comb your hair.” she demanded.
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I stood up, walked back into the bathroom, brushed my hair and then, I was at last, ready. My father always said, ‘Hygiene is a priority.’ and of course he was right.
I stood up, walked back into the bathroom, brushed my hair and then, I was at last, ready. My father always said, ‘Hygiene is a priority.’ and of course he was right.
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And then, I waited for both the private tutor and curriculum instructor. Our personal staff at the Estate served me breakfast, which was, orange juice, berries and toast. I enjoyed the service as well as the food. Minutes later my tutor Janet, (though I was supposed to call her Mrs. Howel), was at the entry door. Colin, the personal staff manager answer the door and greeted her inside.
And then, I waited for both the private tutor and curriculum instructor. Our personal staff at the Estate served me breakfast, which was, orange juice, berries and toast. I enjoyed the service as well as the food. Minutes later my tutor Janet, (though I was supposed to call her Mrs. Howel), was at the entry door. Colin, the personal staff manager answer the door and greeted her inside.
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“Hello, lets get started.” Mrs. Howel quickly pulled a bundle of book out of her knapsack.
The day passed slow, though I didn’t mind because I was being productive. When I am productive I tend to enjoy myself and when I’m not…well, I feel like life is pointless.
“Hello, lets get started.” Mrs. Howel quickly pulled a bundle of book out of her knapsack.
The day passed slow, though I didn’t mind because I was being productive. When I am productive I tend to enjoy myself and when I’m not…well, I feel like life is pointless.
