A shrill cry could be heard in an adjacent room. "Good gods is it crying again?" said a small voice awakening in the dark of the night. It was winter but they had yet to see the first snow. This disappointed the ten year-old greatly who wanted nothing more than to play in the snow outside, for the house itself was boring. Sure the house was huge; its nine bedrooms, two kitchens, and five bathrooms were a beautiful sight, but its architecture made the house feel empty and isolated.
The family had grown bigger almost overnight. His sister had been born a month before. It was enough to make him think of all the reasons why his parents would do such a thing to him. It was not as if he had deserved it. No it was simply his parents' fault for having a child after ten years of failure. Sure his mother had tried hard to produce a daughter for her rich husband. This in itself had stressed her greatly and he couldn't see why it was that she kept trying anyway. But she had done it, produced another child, this time a daughter.
The boy snorted at the obvious cooing the nurse was doing to the child now in the other bedroom trying to get her back to sleep. When the baby had finally stopped the boy was fully awake. He hated this. Night, after sleepless night it was always the same. Why couldn't they move elsewhere? After all he needed his sleep.
The night was cool, crisp; he liked it, the cold. He thought of this as he opened the window letting the cool breeze of the night in. The night in itself was still. There was a glassy blanket seemingly thrown on top of the town that they overlooked. He hated that town, especially the school. How dare his parents make him suffer the punishment of sending him to regular school with regular children? Among those that were less fortune, there was to him absolutely no way.
But there was and this was reality. He was there and he made the best of it even if that meant that everyone should suffer as much as he had. He talked, picked fights, and did unpleasant things to those that he just felt were unworthy and deserved it. He was in fact well known in school more so because of his bad achievements than his good ones.
He sighed heavily moving his attention to the starscape that was painted on his ceiling. Attention came to those that earned it, whether it is positive or negative. He was sure to have earned it in the most pleasurable way possible. He was now remembering all of his past deeds and the ones he planned to do in the future and with that thought he crawled back into his bed and feel into a deep, cold sleep.