His Life Story

My phone rings beside me on the bed and I snap out of my thoughts. 

"Who is it?" Mia asks. 

I sit up immediately. "Oliver." 

"Really?" I nod and answer the call. 

"Hello?"

Immediately we entered a new year, Oliver went off the grid. No one heard from him, I had tried his number multiple times but it was to no avail. It was dead. 

I was worried. 

No one even knew where he lived. So I begged my class teacher to give out his address and I traced him. 

It was then did I find out he lives in a crazy massive mansion in one of those crazy rich only estates. 

I don't even know what his parents' job were. 

Well I couldn't ask because they weren't even home. 

Not like I would have asked if they were home. 

And the one who did answer the door for me was the maid. A middle age woman who facially looked like she was in her late forties.