Mr. James welcome to my humble home, make yourself comfortable. Can I get you anything some water maybe a cigarette
Thank you but I don't smoke though I'll take the glass of water. Right away, you can sit down on the couch.
Alice darling bring our guest some water. Right away darling and call the "brat" I mean Allen over the inspector doesn't have all day.
I approached the living room and there I saw this body so called parents who were dressed nicely and where sitting beside a man, fawning over him like some lackeys.
Allen, darling have a seat.oh so she can make that sort of expression i never knew.
I sat beside my so called "loving" mother and faced the government personnel in charge of looking after me.
Honestly this guy was just as trashy as my parents not only did he not do his job well but it caused me or the previous Allen to suffer at the hands of this trash couple.
Eh hem Allen stone right?, yes sir, good it seems you are doing well. You look fit and your clothes are in good condition.
I would like to ask you a few questions is that alright with you. Yes, okay how are your parents treating you fine I hope, no domestic abuse have been reported and your parents seem to love you a lot.
(??? Innermost thought)What gave you that idea smartass, I'm in a slum community surrounded by gangs and drug peddlers. I'm living with a couple who can even clean after themselves well, for God's sake there is a cigarette box in my deadbeat dad's coat pocket and my addict of a mother keeps scratching her elbows like they owe her money.
Honestly this is the longest I've seen her not high or "stoned".
Allen are you with me?, ah sorry I didn't hear you what was the question again.
I was asking if you are okay with your current situation.
Yes I love it here my parents are the best and they love me very much, I tried to say with the most straight face I could muster.
Good, then as things are checked out here I'll be taking my leave.
But before that the government has issued a letter of admission to the prestigious glory high after your stellar performance in academics.
You can choose to either stay here and receive money for your upkeep or take the letter and report to glory high next week. What would it be?,
My parents eyes lit up when they heard money but before they could answer I took the initiative and answered.
I'll take the admission letter. What brat I mean Allen you can't be serious that money can be used to by you newer clothes and to stock up on some much needed supplies.
Mr. And Mrs. stone this is your sons decision it shouldn't be interfered by you both. James spoke with a serious expression.
That shut them up, (inner thoughts), "I sneered at them you want my money dream on, the old Allen stone might have caved in with the looks you're giving me but this Allen 2.0 won't".
I want to further my education Mr. James and someday become a man like you.
My response seemed to please him greatly he patted me on the shoulder and gave me the admission letter.
Oh and Mr and Mrs.stone if anything and I mean anything happens to your son during this week the government will hold you accountable.
That threat seemed to work as the death glares my so called parents where giving me stopped.
What do you mean inspector, Allen is our son why would we harm him.
I'm not an idiot I know you have been abusing the boy the scares on his wrist prove that. I just overlook it because its not my problem.
But he chose the admission letter which means, he is my problem and I have to make sure he attend the school or else those above me will start to ask questions I am not willing to answer.
You see where I'm going with this, gulp sounds could be heard from my parents.
The department of social welfare was not a group you would want to be knocking on your door.
After the light threating from Mr. James he quickly left.
My parents angry wanted to beat me up but then remembering the warning, just grounded me in my room.
Hahahaha, I laughed at them immediately I entered the room and closed the door, serves them right.
Now if you are wondering where the scares came from then I made them myself I wanted to show more skin to the inspector but the recovery potion was to good it healed my scars and bruises.
So I went with plan B, scaring my hands enough that it won't affect me but be effective enough to send the message across.
Now how to screw my parents over before I start school.