Ok so this excitement was over after like... a week. I really thought I could lounge around all day but I was proven wrong.
Turns out that this heiress, needs heiress training. You would think my family is too rich for it too matter but no, I must learn proper etiquette to be able to survive in high society. I learned that the hard way when I got transferred over to a fancy, rich, luxurious private school.
It was then that my parents 'lovingly' told me... "We didn't think you would be so low class. We had assumed you would have inherited our innate nobility."
And with that they huffed and informed me that I would be in etiquette boot camp for the next week. There's like a million different things to fix about me apparently. From my walk, my smile, my posture, the 200 culinary utensils, and my appearance.
Only a week in and I am already an embarrassment. If I had been younger, more impressionable and in search of their love, my feelings would have been hurt but my love and need for food succeeds my want for familial connection. **Fancy tuna 🤤** The food here far surpasses instant noodles... although after a week, I kind of miss them.
What I miss most though is the orphanage. I don't miss being in an orphanage, obviously, but my family within it. The many brothers and sisters I had been forced to part with upon becoming 18. After leaving the orphanage, I still visited them every 2 or 3 days with snacks and mini gifts I could afford.
It's not that I can't visit them, my new parents haven't told me I can't, but I've been so busy, I have neglected them. I can't help but think of their worry upon me not visiting. Not to mention everything I had left unresolved when I left like work. Ugh, I just know I am now banned from that internet cafe. I also need to swing by my apartment and see if there is anything else I might need...
Laying in bed, I can't help but shake the desire to go see my family at the orphanage and wrap up all other business. And so I do something I never thought I would do again, I snuck out through my room's balcony.
You'd think that growing up at an orphanage, I must've snuck out a million times. The truth is, I had only done it once and so badly, that I got caught and repremanded by the head mistress of the orphanage.
Her disappointment was immeasurable and I lost the desire to ever try that again. I hadn't even done it for a reason, I just wanted to try it out.
And so right now the second story balcony looked scary on my way down...