It has been two weeks since I received my results and acceptance letter. I was so excited, and since then, everything has happened so fast. Mom has been busy getting money for school fees and finding a place for me to stay in Oxford. We went there to register, paid my acceptance fee, and got my resumption date- it's in September.
I had one week before school started, and I made all the necessary preparations before the week ran out. I'm a fresher, and I'll be studying English Literature. It's a dream come true for both me and my mom. She was so proud, and I know that if Dad were around, he would've felt the same- but I try not to think about him too much. He hurt and mistreated my mom badly.
When the week ended, I was ready for school. Mom made sure I packed everything- both the things I needed and the things I didn't- claiming they might come in handy someday. It was a Saturday evening, and I was set to leave so I could arrive on Sunday. Mom called a taxi to take me to the airport.
The cab arrived three minutes later. I loaded my luggage into the trunk, and we headed off. When we arrived at the airport, it was crowded. Mom and I hugged tightly. She didn't want me to go, but I had to do this.
"I will miss you too much, Ninu. I love you, my angel. Take good care of yourself, okay? And don't fall prey to bad things. Live a free life and maybe have a boyfriend. Call me when you get to Oxford. I love you," she said.
"I love you too, Mom. But I don't want a boyfriend. No boy drama, remember?" I replied.
"Oh honey, you'll figure it out. I miss you already and you're still here. What if you go off and achieve your dreams and never come back? Oh my goodness, I'll be all alone" she said dramatically.
"Mom, please, you're too dramatic. I'm just going to Oxford- I'll come back, okay? Drama queen," I replied, and we both laughed.
Then, they announced my flight.
"Have you taken everything- your visa and passport?" she asked.
"Yes, Mom. I'll miss you already, and I'll call you every day, I promise," I replied.
"You better," she said.
We hugged one last time, and I said goodbye. I completed all the formalities, checked in with my visa and passport, and got a window seat- I love watching the clouds. I waved goodbye to Mom, and she waved back. I walked into the airport, stepped in, and waited. The pilot announced that we were taking off immediately.
Mom had already left. I kept thinking about the last few days with her. I knew I was going to miss her a lot. I started thinking about college- about the fun and the stressful parts. I believed I could take care of myself, though I was a bit nervous about meeting new people, making friends, and keeping up with lectures. It was going to be quite the adventure. And before I knew it, I fell asleep.
We landed in England on Sunday morning. I called a cab to take me straight to Oxford. I received my accommodation key, went inside, unpacked, freshened up, and got my books ready for the next day. The first term would start with an induction, and I was so excited. That night, I ate, called Mom, and went to sleep.
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Meanwhile in England.....
My name is Christopher Blake. I am a prince of England, United Kingdom. The King and Queen- my parents- are named Grayson and Aurora Blake. I am the eldest of three siblings: Princess Penelope Blaka, and the twin, Prince Nathan and Princess Isla Blake.
I'm a carefree, rule-breaking kind of guy who believes in learning from mistakes. I was raised by my nanny while my parents were busy with royal duties. I love them, but they were always unavailable. I started studying English Literature at Oxford University last year, but I failed my exams- partly because of my father's pressure- so now I have to retake them.
My father has a completely different vision for me. He says I'm a spoiled brat because mother gave me whatever I wanted. He wants me to be a leader, to follow the rules, and embrace my duty. He reminds me constantly that I'll be King one day. Because of all this tension- my failure, his anger, and the expectations- I moved out. I didn't want any distractions, especially from him.
When I left, my father cut ties with me. Worse still, he told my siblings not to contact me. But I still speak to my mother sometimes. I found a place to stay near Oxford, where there are no rules, no duty- I'm free as a bird.
Back in high school, I had a crush on a girl named Mia Harrison. We dated for a few months, but it didn't work out. I now work at a cafè to earn some money and help others financially. No one knows I'm a prince- and I'd like to keep it that way- except Jake, my best friend since middle school. He knows everything about me and has met my family. We do everything together.
I'm currently studying English Literature, although I really want to study Medicine. But of course, my father insisted I study English Literature.