Money, something people die for. Well, in movies, anyways don't get me wrong, it's not like I have seen death, sorry death is not a thing, I'm not a dog, but…..but I have one. I am Jonathan, Kelvin Jonathan and this is how my life went from a horribly silent to freakish cool.
My parents Mr. and Mrs. Kelvin looks at I and see a tiny tough baby, an over grown baby and a very tall rebellious baby. They treat us like we can't take care of ourselves, even though I forgot to change from my night rob ones and went to school like that so…, they shouldn't blame me because they didn't see it and handle the situation, but now I am all grown up, on my 15thBirthday, it was just me my parents, my sisters….And five firemen all because it was my sister who would tell me.
"BLOW OFF THE CANDLE LITTLE MAN", can you believe it, can you believe them, I won't blame them….a little, I WILL BLAME THEM FOR EVERYTHING!!, my mom and dad got married in the late nineties and left Nigeria hour home country all because my dad woke up early in the morning and said something like.
"WAKE UP HONEY, WE ARE GOING TO AMERICA", well they became immigrants in Brooklyn, without a dime but with faith and my dad effective business man skill, AKA skill to make every decision benefit him, with confident and an 11 years old troublesome child: My sister, they made it to the big league, from zero BOOM am a billionaire who uses gold sponge, and all my big sister said to the camera was, "I WITNESSED IT" No sis, all you did was shove candy into you speaking hole, which wasn't even yours, You tiny child.
Now she is taller than mom, so tall that when we take a family picture mum looks like the overworked side chick. Well, let me introduce you to my family, there's my father, the head without any hair, and my mother; slay all day and hold in screams all night from all the horror movie she watches, my first sister Vanessa the over grown sasquatch, that acts along, and classic me. And my sweet tiny monster: Alexander, and don't ever forget or underestimate my Grandmother, the coolest martial artist, kung fu master and an wrestler that I know with so much time and her son's money, she's learning different techniques of different things, unfortunately helping's not one of them, and the last and the good old least, My Grandpa, he bet's in races, horse races, car races, snail races and even human races and he competes in every of them, he watches nothing but black and white film, apart from that the only thing he watches that he likes is Grandma break something... or someone, which is mostly me.
I'm a classic reader, learner and ii am someone who respects teachers, but.... My ex classmates can't say all that while trying to call me so they just call me a NERD, I use to wear glasses when I look in the mirror when I was in my brilliant instinct phase, so what…. To be honest I actually just wear those glasses was so I wouldn't miss any detail of my appearance, those class mates of mine don't just understand my lifestyle, nobody does. Being the son, the only son of a Multi-Billionaire isn't easy.
Paparazzi followed me everywhere, for some months I tried to change that but soon, I embraced it. On Saturdays, I make time to be the never blue boy with multiple hobbies that collect a whole page in Forbes magazines, I play tennis they caught me winning, I went fencing they got me spinning, I went golfing they caught me flirting, I went bungee jumping, their cameras go bye bye, and when I go wing suit flying my dear friend the paparazzi friend join me, and turn it into skydiving, I have like a million friends on my social media accounts, and a thousand more on my pages and blogs. But deep inside, I was a guy with 0.0000 friends, until Star fox high changed me.
A spider sent me jumping out of my bed into my small sisters cold hands, and the scary grey clown mask on her face sent me pouncing back on the fake red butt spider.
"Alex what was that?", she was nowhere to be found, but I knew she was close.
When I laid back on my bed, a very horrifying laughter came from under my duvet, I looked under my harm pit and saw the clown mask from the movie; penny wise, and that scared the crap out of me, I ran out of my room using the first door I saw, not remembering what country and which of our house we were in.
"We're in Brooklyn idiot, the exit's the other way" My sister who was standing by my bed the this whole time told me, and I humbly and carefully walked out of the room I now knew was my wardrobe.
I and my family have traveled to different wonderful places around the world, and we own different types of buildings in the different places we've visited. In our home country, we have a mansion, in China we have a curvilinear roof, and in San Francisco we have a stately home, in Rio a duplex, in Poland a Penthouse while in Brooklyn we have a Skyscraper. My Grandma and Grandpa and Grandma have made it a tradition to visit us every time we travel to another country and since we landed in Brooklyn, like a week now Grandpa and Grandma haven't visited usand this time, I'm not looking forward to their visit.
I walked into school that morning looking cooperate, looking like a million bucks. I wore a waistcoat on a long sleeve and office pants looking like a nerd. When I move, everyone would be attracted to me, take pictures of me and they would love me.
"Hey, hey no one pay attention to the black cute boy walking", I chuckled.
"Hello ladies", I wiggled my right hand fingers to two white girls and they blushed till they passed out. I rolled up my sleeves and two boys that were bigger than me joined me in walking. They were strangers but I've gotten used to people like such, they must be my Facebook friends or my friends on social media who share two things with me which is: "WEALTH AND GOOD LOOKS".
While making my way to my class, she was talking to Mary her bestie, she held her books on her hand.
"I don't see why the wealthy should be given everything without even asking for it. Salami, that spoilt brat from Russia came to school and expects everyone he gives money to become a Muslim. Well…to hell with him", she said to Mary who had lost concentration and interest in what her friend was saying and paid attention to the gold light beaming in my path and the Gold Boy that was walking down the hall.
"Pretty", I complimented her friend Mary. Maryblushed but she didn't, she was dark with curly hair in one side and braided at the other. I stood at their front and took a pen and book from her.
"What is your name?", I asked with a grin on my face.
"Look here mister, I don't want your autograph, I'm not like…", I didn't let her finish her statement before idragged one of my boys'finger to cover her mouth.
"I know your kind, saying "GO AWAY" but they meant "MEET ME AT FIVE"", I bragged to her and as I focused on what to put or write on her book. She bit whosoever's fingers were holding her lips and dragged her book off my hands and looked at me and gave me an irritating stare. I posed like I was taking an office photo-shoot and smiled exposing my gold tooth that was at the far top of my mouth. I actually didn't know what was coming at me. She gave Mary her notebook and rolled up her sleeves to her elbow aimed to punch my head but Mary touched her hand and patted her on her back.
"That's Kelvin Jonathan the Gold Boy of Nigeria", Marywhispered trying to hold her blush.
"So if you hit him now, his best friends will literally ruin your life".
"What do I care, his friends can't take me down in a fight", she didn't bother whisper but said out loud.
"But they can take you down worldwide, look behind your looker and inside the vents, Paparazzi", Marywhispered again to her and she felt, weak, powerless, she felt like she was caught in the throat.
"I will let this slide but next time, yeah I know how I will deal with you", she poked me on my chest
"Okay Love", I teased
"It's Camilla", she finally said her name.
"Ah, it was a trick to know my name", she thought as she carried her brown shoulder bag and walked away.
"I already knew your name, thanks to your note book. I just wanted to hear you say it out loud", I said guessing that was what she was thinking about. I smiled not noticing Mary who was still standing there and staring at me awkwardly.
"Well...Bye", She rushed to catch up to her best friend Camilla.
"Diego Camilla, I think I now know the class I would like to be part of", I whispered to myself while looking around as everyone else kept quiet, staring and watching the live movie I was acting.
"Okay now, who want pictures" I asked and everyone in the passage screamed and ran towards me like it was a stampede.
Some people, or most people will ask, I a Golden boy, the son of a Multi-Billionaire, why do I walk around with no body guards, and with no type of security at all, but what I have is much more than those things. Anytime those who get jealous begin to get jealous with tools, My dad's secret working agents put them in their place, not even I know who the guards are, they could be little boys fake teachers, weird janitors and sometimes fake undercover actors and actress.
When we were still in Las Vegas, in the late August, I visited a market which was not wide at all, not knowing that they were couple of after me, when I got the idea that I was being followed I took to my heels, but had to stopbecause of the delicious, mouthwatering sight of shrimps with the fancy ketchup sauce on them I had to buy, and as I reached into my back pocket to drag out my wallet, a black suited bald big man jumped on his face, like an alligator that just got stroke by the outskirt of lightening, punched the man so hard that if he was to be taken to the hospital, he would need a Neurosurgeon to patch his nose.
I got to class and my cool instincts kicked in and I behaved responsibly.
"Hi", I said to everyone that stared at me while the teacher was teaching.
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The moment before recess, I tried to take a pic while sitting on my desk but as I closed my book, BANG! Her hand almost gave my desk a crack because of the way she threw her right palm onto my desk.
"Camilla? Is it?", I asked with a special celebrity pop up smile that didn't impress her at all.
"You…I hate people like you more than I hate cheese", she roared at me.
"Cheese is wonderful…you can't actually hate it that much", I smiled.
"Oh…you have no idea how much she hates cheese", Mary said as she stood behind furious Camilla.
"But no one can hate me…", I chuckled, "Everyone loves me".
"Well I'm not like everyone…and I feel like dragging your waistcoat till it gives out and spoils…", she said, "And I also feel like cracking your neck".
"Hold up", I wore a serious face and held my hand up and sized it in the distance between us.
"Wait a minute…", I said, "Billie come here". I shouted and as Billie came forth, I whispered words into his ear and paused several times to take a look at Camilla whom was less angry and more confused. I finally finished whatever I was saying to Billie and I sat up straight. I raised my head up and snapped my fingers, immediately, Billie ran out of the class through the class window.
"What was that all about", Camilla asked looking puzzled.
"You'll see honey", I told her and the bell rang. We both stare at each other before I stood up and dusted my waistcoat and tried to exit the class but she dragged me onto my seat with her left hand…only!!
"Ouch, that hurts", I looked at her waiting for an apology.
"Well…you're not the polite one, are you?", I asked and I waited for a reply although we had to zoom into an awkward moment. When she finally tried opening her mouth, the school janitor ran towards her raising a mop trying to hurt Camilla and defend me but a kick from her through the window. A red haired dude that looked like a second grade bully threw desks at Camilla but it was only one that was lucky to hit her on her waist. It made her so fierce that she broke the guy's ankle and I think one of his ribs.
"Stop!!", I shouted, "What have I done to offend you Iron lady?".
"Take a look at the damn assignment I stayed up all night yesterday doing and it was a stupid report on Abraham Lincoln's first small BAG!!", she yelled as she tightened her hands the more to give me a more painful punch.
"But now…do you know what they will see when they look at my history book?" , she asked, "They will see a doll from an horror movie that has your signature on her head".
"You don't look that bad", I said.
"We could switch books Camilla and the due for your Assignment isn't today", Mary who had been blushing since she got to the scene told Camilla.
"Mary you're better than this", Camilla looked behind to Mary and said.
"You are better than this", she said to her friends and turned to look at me, "But he isn't".
"AHHHH!!!", she ran towards me.
"WAIT!!", I shouted and met Camilla's punch very close to my forehead.
"We can just settle this reasonably", I said and stood straight.
"You are dressed like an accountant on his way to the golf court, that doesn't mean you look cooperate", she smiled…finally a smile. It was like the volcano in my head erupted and released confetti and joy itself came out of the volcano covered in confetti.
"If you kill me with your very strong, iron like hands, you won't see what I reserved…", I grinned, "It's a surprise, it might be good or bad…there's only one way to find out".
"Okay…I will let you live, but after recess, you will look worst, than the creepy doll you drew on my book", she threatened before walking away.
"I drew you! And besides, my drawing can't be that bad", I smiled and she ripped out her assignment and threw it on the ground and lots of girls ran to it and fought for it like cats.
"Camilla!!" I shouted before a call came in, I accepted the call and it was my dad.
"Hi Dad" I greeted him, only for him to clear his throat.
"I mean, Good morning Sir" I greeted again.
"That's better young man. They was an incident that occurred which involved you,it's not like I have got secret spies all around that building but…..you know, the teachers called me and informed me", He lied.
"You are not a bad liar at all Dad, incase, you can't already see me right now, I am winking" I lied.
"How many times will I tell you lying ain't good son", he said.
"Yep you're watching me right now, and now let me rate your work, for disguise I give you, four stars, janitor, red hair that's just being top notch Dad"
"But for skill and defense, Dad your agents look like rookies who haven't been on field before and am gonna just act like I don't know that you have sent a truck filled with a SWAT team on their way here but sent them back when seeing I had neutralized the threat, when you saw iron lady turn around", I guessed.
"Ouch, you know me so well, but I am afraid, boy, not well enough, they is always a big truck full of SWAT officers in your school Jonathan, and they always will be", my Dad Chuckled.
"That's actually not the topic I want to discuss on.
The result of your last term work in China haven't been sent to me yet, when we called the teachers there, they said you have them",
"Wow that's something", I replied remembering what happened with my result.
"When you get home, we will discuss about this property", He told me over the phone.
"Okay Dad, Bye", I hung up. So I might have been too scared to let anyone, not even myself, so I stool them, well not by myself, obviously, and kept them in a place I thought nobody would see them, I was so young last week in China.