Elite Academy For Gentlemen

Take Off: Boys I'm Coming

So after the rude awakening by my mother and the reminder that my flight was today I got out of bed. I felt a lot like hell and a little less like P-diddy. While I was hustling in the shower I pondered on what that really meant. Minutes later I got out and quickly brushed my teeth making sure to simultaneously dry off with my towel.

I dressed myself in a black BeBe silk halter top, black skin tight jeans and knee high leather black boots. I topped my outfit off with a few accessories that consisted of gold hoop earrings and a gold chain with an pi sign on it. Hey , I liked math. Ten minutes later, I was fresh to death whistling "my shiny teeth" song downstairs. I was ready to go.

The house was quiet; everyone had already left. As I walked toward the refrigerator, I saw a note that offered confirmation. It read:

Left for work, you can take your car to the airport. Sorry we couldn't be there honey, but have fun and we'll visit you soon. Call us! Make sure to eat your breakfast! Have a great day, love you!

Love,

Mom and Dad

'Yay! I get to take my car!' I thought.

Nothing too fancy... well, a bit. It's not like we bought it, my rich uncle who lives in Cali did. He also added a complementary license. You see, I had not gotten mine yet and he was able to get it with special "connections". He spoiled me too much I admit, but I'm never the one to complain.

Moving along, I ate some Froot Loops - my favourite cereal - and headed out the door, not forgetting to grab my backpack and keys. Locking the door, I quickly maneuvered toward the garage and set my eyes on the most beautiful creation man has ever made. My baby. My Bugatti Veyron. Finally pulling myself away from the trance I was in, I started the car and drove off to the airport.

The drive wasn't too long seeing as I was speeding most of the way there. The airport was packed, but somehow, I was able to get through all of the procedures quickly. Maybe it was due to the fact that we have shares in the airport? It could be so.

I made it to the plane in less than two hours' time. Trust me, that was a miracle. It usually takes much longer, even as a VIP! Although I was the only one on the plane , I sat in the seat near the middle. It didn't hit me until to question why we didn't use our private company.

Slowly I drifted off to sleep with one thought,

Hold on boys, I'm coming!