Kai
It was the year I finished school and went to university. Looking back, pretty much everything didn't go where I was expecting it to go. I thought I'd be a great student, have a great social life, go places and stuff like that. Well, that didn't work out. It was summer and I just got accepted to study at university of my choice. The next step was to find a flat in the city. I didn't want to move into one of the student dorms but preferred to live in a nice flat with maybe some other people. After visiting some I got a response from one of the flats, saying I could move in if I wanted to. Of course I wanted. So in September, it was time for me to move and start a new life. Kind of.
Including me, there were four people in this flat. Two of them I already knew, the third hadn't been there when I was checking out the flat. My best friend Nainsi was with me, since my dad was not even in the country right now. The two other boys in the flat, Ze'ev and Carswell, helped us putting up furniture. Well, Ze'ev helped and Carswell was watching, giving advice on how to do it (the advice wasn't very good). When everything was up, Nainsi hugged me a last time and then ran to catch the train home. It had always been us two and my dad. To be precise, the three of us and the millions of people only caring about me as 'the King's hot son' or the crown prince. Because that's what I was. It was hard for me to live a normal life but I decided to at least try.
Suddenly alone, I stood between all the boxes, not sure where to begin. "Why don't you start unpacking these boxes over there?"
I turned around. Carswell was leaning against the doorframe and nodded towards a couple of boxes with… I wasn't sure what was in there. I shrugged.
"Yeah, maybe I will," I said, reluctantly ripping open one. It was a book box. I took some of them out and put them on the newly built shelf.
"So, you're a reader?" Carswell asked.
"Yeah, I guess I am."
"Good, good. And what exactly are you going to study?"
"Media and politics," I said wearily, knowing what was going to come.
"What a surprise," Carswell replied with a grin. "I'm in training to be a pilot."
"That's great. So you like flying? Have you always liked it?"
His grin widened. "Since forever and…"
He was interrupted by the door of our flat opening and a girl's voice yelling "hello!"
"…that's Cinder," Carswell finished his sentence.
The girl grinned at Carswell as a greeting and then looked past him to me.
