THE TROUBLE SON
*EPISODE 1*
I came back to the mansion that afternoon, my dismissal letter from Kings College burning a hole in my bag. I dropped it on the floor, letting it slide across the polished tiles. My elder siblings, Liam and Cindy, were at home, lounging in the living room. As soon as they saw me, their expressions changed — a mixture of worry, irritation, and the kind of judgment only older siblings can deliver.
Cindy: "Donald… this is the fourth school you've been dismissed from?"
I shrugged, saying nothing. Words wouldn't fix this. Every time I tried to explain, it sounded like an excuse. And anyway, what could I say that would make them understand?
Liam, ever the serious one, picked up his phone and dialed Dad. I slumped into the sofa, pretending not to listen.
Liam: "Dad… it's about Donald. He's been dismissed again. Fourth time now."
I could hear Dad's voice over the line — calm, measured, yet carrying authority:
Dad: "I see. Register him in Bright College. Make sure he gets a proper uniform for the school. He needs a fresh start."
Cindy glanced at me.
Cindy: "Donald, please… try to behave this time. Bright College is a good school."
I gave a small, sarcastic smile. "We'll see."
The next morning, my siblings drove me to Bright College before heading to their own schools. The mansion slowly faded behind me as the car cut through the quiet streets. I could feel the weight of the new school on my shoulders — the uniform pressed neatly in my bag, the fresh notebook awaiting my first lessons.
wearing the Bright College uniform for high school students: a crisp white long-sleeve shirt, an oxblood petite coat with a matching tie, and oxblood trousers—though Cindy reminded me that if I were female, it would be a skirt. My shoes were polished black, and my bag hung heavily on my shoulder.
As I approached the school gate, my confidence wavered for a fraction of a second. That's when I met Senior Sam. He was leaning against the gate with Senior Ella, both of them radiating arrogance like it was a school uniform. Sam had this way of walking, as if the entire school belonged to him.
Sam: "Where do you think you're going? You're late!"
Ella smirked beside him, clearly enjoying the confrontation. I noticed they were both science students. Arts students like me were beneath their notice — or so they thought.
I didn't say a word. I walked slowly, letting the silence hang between us. Then, in a calm, measured voice:
Me: "It's my first day."
Sam's face twisted in irritation. He stepped in front of me, trying to block my way.
Sam: "That's not an excuse. You can't just walk in like this."
I looked him straight in the eyes, letting my gaze challenge his arrogance. Then I dropped one word — a subtle, mocking jab that made some nearby students snicker. Sam froze for a moment, caught off guard. Ella gasped, trying to hide her surprise. Other students began to laugh quietly, and I felt a strange thrill — this was my first victory at Bright College without even stepping into a classroom.
I walked past them and headed toward the assembly ground. Whispers followed me, but I ignored them. I felt a strange mix of satisfaction and nervousness. This first day was more than just walking into a new school. It was a test — a test to see if I would let anyone intimidate me or if I would carve out my own space.
By the time I reached the assembly ground, I realized Bright College was bigger than I expected. Students were scattered in groups, some chatting, some practicing their notes. I spotted a few familiar faces from the gate, who had watched the exchange. I kept my head high, looking for a spot to settle in.
My mind wandered back to the mansion — to Liam and Cindy, hoping this new school would finally be the place I didn't ruin. I brushed the thought away. Bright College was mine to conquer… or mine to get kicked out of, depending on how the day went.
And deep down, I knew one thing: I wasn't going to be the easy target for anyone — not Senior Sam, not Ella, not anyone. I was Donald, the trouble son. And trouble had a way of making an entrance.
TBC
*★★ DRAMABOY writes ✍🏾✍🏾★★*