[ Wiseburn Kingdom ]
In the city of Hectagon, within the distinguished society known as Golden Arey, I found myself in a cab, en route to my new villa. My new house. Ho.
The word "Ho" brought with it a wave of nostalgia and a tinge of lancholy as I thought about the people I had left behind.
Emily.
Diana.
The woman from the neighboring house, whom I secretly dubbed the na "booba goddess."
Sigh. I was going to miss them all, Especially those huge buste- Emily and Diana. The driver, observing through the rearview mirror, noticed my sorrowful deanor and couldn't help but ask,
"Hey kid... Is sothing wrong?" His tone was comprised of slight worry for soone unknown like .
Despite not knowing the guy and it being none of his business, I felt compelled to share my feelings, hoping to alleviate so of my sorrow. "I'm moving to a new place, and it's bringing back mories. And not good ones, you know the ones that hurt but you still hold on to them because they are the ones that hold the true aning"
"Ah... young love, aye?" he replied, half-jokingly not realizing what I ant and just took it as my young hormones acting out.
"I wish... but no, I was just thinking about my friends and family the ones that I had to leave behind because of so problems." I tried to explain to him so that he doesn't get the wrong idea again.
"Hmm... I get that. I've got friends I've drifted apart from too, and so I've lost. But you can always reconnect and relive the monts, right?" the driver suggested.
I thought about what he said and it would have been that simple if I indeed was soone normal but no, Because of my special circumstances eting with them will only complicate matters and also make it dangerous for them as well.
"If only it were that simple. They're in another kingdom, too far from here." I lied while mixing so truth into it to deceive the driver montarily.
"Ohh... So what brings you to this new kingdom all by yourself?" The driver asked as most of his passengers were weird but not most of them so young and certainly not soone so young and from rich backgrounds.
For reasons I couldn't quite explain, I continued to open up to the driver. Maybe it was because it felt therapeutic or maybe because my heart just wanted to let out so steam.
"I'm here because of my father. He sent here to keep away from distractions, distractions that may hinder from future growth. You know the sa sh*t every rich father does and expects his son to grow up and take over his empire and stuff like that" I lied, not really sure why but it felt quite funny to sotis make up strange and ridiculous stories like that.
"Kid, don't take this the wrong way, but your dad sounds like a serious jerk." The taxi driver said to half-jokingly and with half-seriousness.
I laughed, amused by soone calling my father a jerk. Nobody had ever dared say that about him. And the driver too wouldn't if he actually knew that the man he called a 'Jerk' was the leader of a Great House.
The driver, noticing my laughter, seed pleased that he had made a difference.
"Hey, you can always talk to your friends online. It's not like your dad's tracking you... is he?"
"No, I don't think so. He may act like he cares, but deep down, I think he's more at ease with out of his life... temporarily."
"You know what you should do?"
"What?" I asked, genuinely curious.
"Leave."
"Hmm?"
"Make yourself better at sothing that will allow you to support yourself and leave him. Then you'll be free to do whatever you want."
"No... I need to show him how big of a mistake it was to put … in this situation."
For a mont, it seed like he didn't even believe his own advice. "I-It's not like what I say is the truth or anything... I just felt you should maybe do that... But why should you listen to ? I haven't done anything aningful in my whole life," he admitted, his voice tinged with sadness.
I beca concerned, not just because he was sad, but because he was the one driving the car I was in.
So I quickly tried to reassure him. "Hey! Don't say that. You've done sothing aningful too... maybe. Like today, you helped out of my sad state.
So, I'm sure you've done other aningful things as well."
"Y-You think so?" the driver asked hesitantly.
"Y-Yeah, I do. Hey, you just passed a red light."
My warning didn't seem to register as he started talking to himself. "Yes, Jakobu. You have done aningful things, many aningful things."
"Jakobu?" I asked, curious about the unusual na.
"Yeah. You have a problem with that?" he asked, making strange eye contact as a bus narrowly missed us.
"No, no. It's just... your na sounds special, that's all." I tried to sound genuinely interested to keep him focused on the road.
"Oh, thank you. My gran mummy gave that na. She was a special person, always helping those in need and giving alms to the poor."
He continued to talk, seemingly lost in his mories, oblivious to the honking cars around us. "Ahh, she sounds like a very nice person... I hope to et her soday (if I survive this)."
"Oh, you will. She's in a faraway country now, but I can show you her photo. Wait, let find it." He started fumbling for his phone, not noticing the cars swerving around us.
I clung tightly to my seatbelt, my voice rising in pitch with each near-collision. "NO NO. It's OKAY, you DON'T have to SHOW now, you CAN show LATER."
"Just a mont, I have it here sowhere," he insisted, continuing his search.
"AAH! Can you slow down a little? How far are we from my destination?" I asked in a panic as a truck narrowly missed my side of the door.
"Aha! Here it is. Take a look, kid." He handed a photo of a woman in her forties holding a small child.
"That's one of my favorite photos of her. It was taken when I was only two and a half years old."
"Y-Yeah, she looks very kind," I stamred, handing the photo back.
[ After so more reckless driving ]
"Alright, kid. We're here. Your new ho," he announced, stopping the car.
The mont it stopped, I quickly got out of the death trap, taking deep breaths. "You know what you need?" he called out.
I looked back, curious. "A real goal."
With that, he turned on the car and drove away.
'...He didn't take the money for the cab.'
'A real goal, huh?'
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[ The driver from before ]
As I drove my cab, a notification sounded on my SecDroid.
It was a review from my recent passenger. Eagerly, I opened it, expecting a five-star rating. Instead, I was shocked.
"MINUS FIVE STARS! How is that even possible?!"
"And why is there a manhunt for in the news?"
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