"I should start from the beginning, but that would be too cliché.. Instead, as i wait for my father to enter his office, completely aware of the trouble i was bound to find myself in. The question of who i am, had scattered into my mind, once again. I attend the finest school outside of London, filled to the brim with the socialites instead of students. Many having travelled across the world, simply to join an academy of with which held such high expectations, if not more then their parents. I live in a town, where your name becomes your credit card and the shoes you wear, matter more then the weather. Inside a big white house, with far too many unused gardens and a staircase which holds more glory then a war hero. Sounds perfect to an outsider, but after a while the whispering gets too much and the continual gossip which surrounds you by mere inheritance, begins too lingers beneath the skin.
You think your family has skeletons in their closets? Mine own graveyards."