Chapter 11. The Privilege of the Powerful

Later that night we celebrated the news of my admission at a party with my mother, my sister, Hope, Elizabeth, and, sadly, Albert who had no shame in joining us.

"It's a private party, can you go?"

"Sh-shut up! I'm only here to keep an eye on you."

"You just want to eat for free, beggar."

"Oh, you... Your mother's beautiful son."

"... Yes, you ugly women't."

The party was filled with moments like these, after the exam I was guaranteed to be a privileged student of the academy and so Albert suffered from becoming a boot licker. Everyone was cheering and my mother was not openly surprised, "Your admission was only a formality, I never doubted it", What a beautiful sentence from a mother, with the only downside of condemning me to do my best,

but on his side, Hope, discussing with his sister, seemed bothered.

"Just once more, please, I'm strong enough to assimilate it."

"Hope, the problem is not if you can or not assimilate it, the problem