Date? Winter 28th, 2010
Time? 11:30 pm
New Year’s Eve, this is a holiday to celebrate the coming of new hopes, and a new year, obviously. But it was also the young man’s birth date. And with each passing year, his
hopes and dreams were crushed by a giant birthday cake, a stack of presents, an over-controlling father, and a future that wasn’t too far off. It came so quickly this year…
Scott frowned as he checked another day off his calendar with a red marker.
His father’s personal butler, Gilbert, was standing a few feet behind him. He seemed to be smiling, and more cheerful about the celebration, a total contrast from Scott. In fact, it was probably Scott’s depression that caused the butler to smile in delight. They hated each other, hence, why their moods always contrasted. “Young Master Wesley,” he said, using the title all servants called him by. “It is time to head downstairs now. You know how your father hates when you are late, don’t you? Best not to keep your own birthday party waiting.” His voice was as smooth as honey, and had a confident ring in it that irritated Scott to no end. ”Shut up and get out, you rat! I’ll be down in a minute!”
Scott snapped back at him. Gilbert merely smirked before walking out of Scott’s room, the words spoiled brat...
echoed in his mind. But he maintained his unfazed smirk. He didn’t even give Haruhi, Scott’s maidservant, a passing glance when he walked by her. Haruhi tensed up upon seeing him though. She had been listening through the door to the entire conversation. After Gilbert was out of sight, she let out a small sigh of relief before looking back into Scott’s room through the slight opening in his door.
What the maid saw next was what caused her to jump. Scott roughly knocked over a large stack of gaudy looking presents sitting on a table in his room. The presents tumbled to the ground, making loud crumpling noises as they fell. But when Haruhi saw Scott’s face, something about his expression wasn’t angry. It was more melancholic, and despairing, not that that was any better. Haruhi wished she could do something to help Scott, but she hadn’t a clue how he felt. After all, she wasn’t in an arranged marriage. She had more freedom than he did, despite that she was a maidservant.
Scott let out a sigh before putting on a tie and heading out of his room. “O-oh, I-I came to c-clean your room, Master W-Wesley!” Haruhi stuttered as he passed by, accidentally shouting out of nervousness. But Scott didn’t respond to her either. He went to the stairs instead of the elevator, heading down to the party on the first floor quietly.
The party took place in the large dining hall, and also the garden out back. To the far right of the room, there was a table covered in a large assortment of goodies and alcoholic beverages, the biggest goodie being a large cake that said “Happy birthday” on it. Many guests were probably wondering what the birthday cake was for, since most thought this was simply a New Year’s party. Which it was, but it was also Scott’s birthday. Though he could care less what they knew. Everywhere he looked, there were people. Rich people, no doubt. Father wouldn’t invite any ‘commoners’ to a party. Some were business partners of dads, others were just his peers. Then there were a few teens who called themselves Scott’s ‘friends.’
Scott groaned when he saw them talking in a group, and sneaked quietly to the far corner of the garden outside, behind some pretty rose bushes, praying nobody noticed he hasn’t joined the party yet and started looking for him. The air was crisp and chilly, causing Scott to shiver a little. Scott sighed as he quietly waited for when it would be time to count down till the New Year.