Is It?

"I've already forwarded the tasks in your mails, make sure to check them immediately. The board's been a little hot headed lately and would prefer an immediate compliance," Dad ended.

We're currently in his office listening to each and every word that comes out of his mouth. Ever since we're young, we were already exposed in a work-oriented environment. At the age of 16, Dad already made me present a proposal to the board. Imagine the pressure? Standing in front of elite people in such a young age. Gosh, I don't even remember how I freakin went out alive. All I remember is their aggressive questions that any time would swallow me whole.

"Slate, are you listening?" He suddenly asked which made me turn my gaze to him.

"Ah, yes dad."

He stared at me for few more moments before continuing whatever it is that he has to say.

Looking at my dad, seeing his features that resemble mine saddens me a bit. How I wish I could've grown normally and be like those children who weren't in any way pressured by their parents. How I wish I could've grown bonding with my dad, being able to laugh with him about stupid actions that we do or stupid conversations that we talk about.

God, this family is too serious that breathing should be executed properly. How fucking lame for you to analogize, Slate.

"Uhm, dad. I've already sent you the proposal you were asking yesterday. I have also included the contacts of our tenants, all I have to do is to present it tomorrow," Chase, my older brother, suddenly said.

"Yeah, we do that tomorrow. By the way, Slate? I need the blueprint of our upcoming project. Are you done with it?" He asked.

Good thing I finished that shit last night. Fuck, I stayed late for that project, I don't even know If I saved it. Damn, what if it didn't? Don't tell me I'm gonn....

"Yes, dad. I'll give you the copy once I get a hold of my laptop," I confidently replied.

Stupid, Slate. Wish you won't regret what you're saying now, brat.

Dad then dismissed us and as we close the door of his office, the cool stance of my brothers when we're still inside immediately vanished as they all rushed to their own rooms.

I fucking knew I wasn't the only one who's still scared and intimidated by the given tasks. Oh, wait. I'm not even sure If I'm done with mine, why am I walking like I have all the time in this world.

With that, I ran my way towards my bedroom and started opening my computer.

Fuck. Fuck.

If that shit didn't save by now I should start packing.

Is it here, is it here, is it here?

Ahhhhhhhh! Found it, ass. It saved by itself.

I pushed myself to my chair to release my relief and closed my eyes.

That was such a close call. Honestly, if that didn't save by itself, I should be looking for other places to live by now. Coz surely my dad's gonna kick my ass out of this house if that happened.

Every deadline that's been indicated should always be done before the actual day. Now, dad made us learn that shit that's why I always finish my school works immediately even though we still have a week ahead of us before it reaches the deadline. In fact, I should not worry If I didn't meet the deadline that I have in my school, I should only worry If I didn't meet the deadline of what my dad gave me!

Well, what can I do. At such a young age, we're already exposed to the real world, and carrying from such perspective while still in the realms of school sounds so much like a joke.

Ahhh. I'm too tired for this.

I closed my eyes for a second but the moment I did, a familiar image appeared in my mind which made me open my eyes again.

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"Shit. I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

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That guy...

I know I've seen him somewhere. He feels so fucking familiar.

That voice....

A sudden ring made me snapped back to my senses.

Ahhh! I was so close to it!

Who's even calling at this hour!

"Hello!" I yelled.

"Yaaa! You're such a grumpy, hag! Can't you greet me more properly, Smith?" Jax replied.

Ahh, this ass just always appear at such a perfect time when I was about to remember who that guy was.

"Yea yea what made you call?" I ask annoyed.

"I called to say you don't have to bring your fucking Tesla! I'll drive for you." He offered.

"You know Jackson Walsh, if you want to be my driver, my dad's been looking for one. Fucking attend his inter.."

"Ayyy shut the fuck up. Does this look looks like a driver to you?" He snapped.

"Oh don't you even ask for something especially when you know what my answer's going to be, asshole!" I teases more.

"You are so full of yourself, Smith! I just want to have my breakfast with you! This house is too full of flames these days, I can't afford to stay for another minute."

I've known Jax for ages that I could easily determine whenever he's upset and down and this is one of those times.

"Ah! Such a baby! Yes yes do pick me up early then," I replied.

Even with these banters, I definitely thank the heavens for giving me this guy. He may annoy me most of the, I mean all times but this ass is the only one who understands me when no one did, not even myself.

"Fuck yes! See you stupid. Goodnight,"

"Goodnight, retard." I ended.

Today's such a rough day and I could say that I've said that for ten times now. Just cause! Really! I've faced a lot of shits today. All I want is a good night sleep. At least give me that!

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As soon as I finished mailing the blue print to my dad, I made my way to my bed.

Sometimes, no matter how crazy my dreams could get, I do still experience nights not having dreams at all. I just wish those times were tonight.

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Or isn't it?