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Chapter 1
Maximillion woke up to the smell of breakfast. He rolled over and looked at the clock. "Ten fifteen" he grumbled and pulled himself into a sitting position. He rested his hands on his head and went into the bathroom to take a shower. Half an hour passed and he walked out of his room and down the stairs toward the dining area. His mother was sitting in a cherry wood chair looking at the day's paper. Her hair was pulled back in a bun and she still had her night slippers and robe on.
"Good Morning" he said happily, while sitting down at the large dining table.
"Morning dear" said his mother, she turned from the paper and smiled at him.
"Where's father". His mother closed the paper and answered
"Getting dressed to play golf. I wish that man would get another hobby."
"Well mother you know that he loves playing golf. He says that it relaxes his soul" Max said trying to take up for his father. His mother rolled her eyes and glanced back at the paper. "Good morning everyone" bellowed a voice from the living room. Coming from the living room area was Max's father dressed in his golfing gear, which included a white golfer's shirt with his name printed in brown in the left-hand corner, khaki pants, and a khaki hat on his head. Slung over his shoulder was his golfing bag.
"Morning" Max answered while his mother asked,
"Have you ever considered a change in hobbies Michael?" Max's father just sighed
"You just don't give up do you. You have been nagging me all week about my golfing, what do you want me to do."
"Just try something different, like tennis or baseball. Max has a bat, just go to the park and take a few swings. You'll get some exercise"
"Fine, just for you I'll try baseball and tennis today." Max's mother smiled as her husband put down the golf bag and went to go change. When he came back, he was dressed in shorts and a T-shirt.
"I'll be back in a hour or so" he said and walked out the door. The head chef brought Max his breakfast and he began to eat.
"Max, I need to tell you something. We are moving to Japan next week. Your father and I decided on it last night." Max, who had currently been eating, started to choke.
"What…but why?"
"Because your father's company is flourishing there and he wants to keep an eye on it."
"But I don't want to leave New York." Max protested and looked at his mother,
"I grew up here. I can understand another state, but another country, this is ridiculous." Not wanting to feel his mother glaring at him, he began to eat again. After a few minutes of silence and the tapping and scraping of the fork against Max's plate, his mother tried to offer some words of reassurance.
"Max dear, you should fit in fine, you speak fluent Japanese and you are being placed in one of the best Japanese schools around."
"Yay." Said Max in a mocking tone.
"I took Japanese in school because I liked the language and never expected to use it again. And about the best school thing, I attend the best school here, so it won't be anything new."
"Why must you always look at the darker side of things. I try to offer you words of comfort and you find some way to twist them." His mother said firmly. Max felt guilty. He could tell his mother was feeling hurt and angered. Hurt because he had dismissed her words of encouragement and angered because he wouldn't accept the move even though he would move whether he liked it or not. Max stood up and started toward his room, but before leaving the dining room he quietly muttered
"I hate Japan."
"Maximillion Jeffrey Pegasus if you say one more negative thing about this move…" While his mother was ranting on he decided that it was time for him to be quiet. His mother had given him the hint by saying his entire name and leaving the threat in the air of what would happen if he said anything else.
"Madame Pegasus would you like to remove the dishes from the table came a voice from the kitchen. The voice belonged to Annabelle, a personal servant for the Pegasus family for decades. She was a stout woman in her late fifties. Her brown, gray-streaked hair was braided and wrapped in the back. She had soft chestnut eyes that twinkled when she smiled. She smiled at Max as she lifted the dishes from the table without waiting for Max's mother to answer. Annabelle looked at Max and beckoned toward his room. Figuring out what she was doing, Max walked quickly toward the staircase. After Annabelle left and Max had reached the top of the stairs, his mother called from downstairs.
"Max." He turned around to look over the balcony. 'Almost made it' he thought.
"I know Annabelle was trying to let you escape dear, but whether you like it or not the plane leaves next week and you will be on it." While she had been talking she was also walking up the stairs.
"You will have your clothes packed and ready to go, okay sweetheart. I understand how you feel, but there are some things that must be changed and right now it is our location. So you either adapt and be happy or adapt and be miserable, your choice." She smiled at Max and kissed his forehead before going to her study. Max grimaced. He hated when she did that, it only meant two things: he had lost the argument, he would take her advice, and everything would turn out fine. Max thought about this while he walked to his room. Whenever he followed his mother's advice everything did turn out fine, Maximillion was rarely beaten that easily like his mother and like his mother, he had to get the last word. Max had neglected to tell his mother that he had heard that they were moving, but didn't quite catch where to. He had also neglected to tell that in preparation for the moving argument he had left a little note on her desk, which she would find in a matter of minutes. Max waited patiently on his bed until he heard her study door open.
"Maximillion!" she yelled.
Max laughed, ran out of his room, and hopped down the stairs. His mother glared at his from the top of the stairs.
"You said I couldn't say anything else, not write anything else." With this being said he ran outside laughing and closed the door loudly behind him.
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