The Little Bastard
He gets all the attention! He can't ever get in trouble, the little bastard! Just because he's the son of the President of the High Council he thinks he's better than the rest of us. But he isn't. He's just a half-breed. He shouldn't even be in the Academy! But there he is, sitting only a few feet from me, looking very much like he'd rather be playing another one of his stupid pranks… and wanting to drag me into it. Again.
He and I have a love/hate friendship. I'm not sure how to describe it, really. He's always getting me into trouble. What's worse is that I let him do it. No wonder my schoolwork suffers whenever I share a class with him. I don't even want to think what his grades look like. It's a shame, really. He's brilliant! Not as smart as me though. He just doesn't apply himself. It wouldn't surprise me at all if he were at the very bottom of the class. I know he's got all the teachers fooled into thinking he's just a class clown. Well, I should say most of the teachers. Nothing gets passed Borusa. If anyone knows the truth about my troublesome friend, it's Borusa.
My father doesn't want me to have anything to do with my friend. I think Father is just afraid of the possible repercussions from the President should his son ever be caught at last. It doesn't help that I'm constantly covering up for him. The little bastard. I really don't know why I even consider him a friend. When he's not playing a practical joke on someone, he's sulking in a corner. He really can't take what he dishes out.
I suppose someday I'll understand him. I'll understand him more than he will ever know. And when that day comes, he better watch his back for one hell of a practical joke from me.