Leo was in despair. He tried to convince himself it wasn't a big deal, but it was.
Actually, had Leo lived alone, it WOULDN'T be a big deal, because he knew he was smart enough. But, since he got bad grade on the finals, his "guardians" would kill him. His parents used to be gentle and loving, and probably wouldn't care, either, but they're dead. So, he would never know.
He lived with his "uncle" and "aunt", who were the complete opposite of his amiable parents. They lived in an old, slightly creepy manor. It wasn't a giant mansion, but it was big enough to whisper of wealth. He went to a private school someone vaguely related to him owned, and it wasn't too far, but everyone else there were snobby spoiled kids.
Dismayed at his situation, he crumpled up the paper with the grade and threw it at the wall. It hit the corner of an old painting, that Leo had already tried (and failed) to get off the wall. He was so caught up in his rage that he almost missed the astonishingly queer thing that was happening. However, when it happened, Leo looked up, intrigued. The wall of the painting- it was moving, opening up to reveal a mystical spiral staircase, lined by stoned walls.
