**This is about to be a story of my life, how I loved and how I lost where do I start from? Life haven't really been fair to me but at least I have a reason to live this time**

Jude!

Jude!!

Jude!!!

I called with a loud voice from my room like he was next door meanwhile he was miles away some where in this mansion, Jude is our family butler and have been with us since I was twelve , he is old enough to be my father but for some reason I don't really care. He is getting paid to take care of me and he should..

**Knock!knock!!knock!!!

Come in the door is open

I said in a loud voice

Good morning sir, how may I be of help to you today?

Jude said In a low tone that made me grow angry...

Would you speak up a little? How do you expect me to hear you when you talking to your self?

I said in an angry tone...

how may I be of help to you today sir?

He said in a rather irritated tone and I could care less.

I would like to know if I have any schedule for today and also did Mr Cameron leave any massage for me?

I asked Mr Cameron like I called him is my dad's younger brother but although he have been nothing but sweet to me I can't help to feel a little different about him, he could be that way because he can't get access to my dad's property and might be trying to us me, I thought to my self.

No sir, you do not have any schedule other than school today sir,

He was about to continue when I cut him short.

No school isn't important right now I will be going back to bed, I am exhausted from last night party..

I said immediately falling back into my bed like a koala..

Sir,' it is important that you take your school serious, you haven't really taken over your father's business and it's important that you get a degree to do that..

He said

What? What is that rubbish you sprouting from your mouth? Who gave you an opinion?

Sir i was only making a suggestion.

Who gave you that right? You get paid to take care of this mansion and me not to give me your bloody opinion, never should you say such a thing to me again..

I am sorry sir..

Better be sorry for your self, now get out..

As he was about stepping out from my room he stopped in his track and turn around to say something..

What is it again Jude? What else do you want to say?.

Sir I forgot to tell you, your 18th year birthday is 3days from now and your father's lawyer called yesterday that he would like to read the remaining part of your father's will.

Ack, what else could be in that will that haven't already been read? Oh welll I won't be attending that meeting, instead I would be partying..

But Sir!!!

Not another word, make use of the door.

Jude left the room and I went back to sleeping, half way asleep my phone rang and I saw that it was my father's lawyer, I ignored and lay flat to continue what I was about starting the phone rang for the second and the third time with out me picking the call and then a text message followed suit..

"Hi this is your family lawyer, I hope you are doing well? It is expected that you attend the Will reading on your 18th birthday for your own personal good or else you stand to face the consequences alone, Good day".

Although the text was rather short and straight forward it felt more like a threat than a warning..I think I would just attend anyways how long can it be? And what exactly could go wrong? Falling back down to sleep this time finally.

I woke up around 2pm to the ringtone of my phone, it was Wizkid ft tens Essence it was the song of the summer and my favourite for now. I got up and picked up my phone after the third call, it was Mathew, a class mate at school, as I would not want to call him friend.

"What's up?"

I said while stretching my half awake body.

"I didn't see you in school today, are you ok?"

He said sounding worried,

"No I wasn't too tired, couldn't come"

I replied

"Don't you think you need to come to school more often than you normally do? It's affecting your grades, the principal asked after you and I guess he called your uncle"

He said

"Ok school boy, firstly don't tell me what to do and secondly why the Fvck would the principal call my uncle? Did I tell him I can't take care of myself"

I said sounding really pissed and now I was fully awake and I continued

"Why can't this people ever mind their business?"

"I think you need to come to school more often if you don't want the principal calling your uncle, look at me for example I have all the fun in the world and still come to school I don't want the principal calling my parents"

He said..

"Good for you, any ways bye thanks for calling"

"Bye and don't forget the party tonight, I have some girls coming over"

"I wont, hope they hot thought?"

The call comes to an end and I just can't fathom why they won't let me live my life in peace, I hate school and I am dumb so what?

Although Matthew loves partying and living wild, he is a smart kid and the top of our class, anyway good for him