♢♡Craig♡♢

"Mister Craig. Sir. Sir!" I growl under my breath and swat Brian away, rolling over. "Sir, I hate to wake you, you have your first classes today" Brian croons, tugging on the blanket. "Curse these early school hours" I sigh into my pillow before slowly sitting up, pulling my hair from my face. "What hour is it, Brian?" I ask, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. "Just past seven, sir. I've prepared a meal for you" Brian says softly, backing away.

"I'll be down shortly" I sigh, walking towards my closet where I had hung up my uniform. "Yes, Mister Craig" Brian says, running off and shutting the door behind him. I take off my pajamas and but on the pristine black uniform for my new school. I comb my hair and walk downstairs, navigating my way into a large dining room.

Brian pulls out a chair for me and stands in the corner as I take the seat. Brian was never much of a cook, but I guess he is the only one of my staff now until the slaves arrive. I eat the flimsy meal, hearing the clock ticking away. I finish after awhile and get up, glancing over at Brian. "Is the carriage prepared to take me into town?" I ask, looking out the window. The sun is only just rising.

"Yes, Mister Craig. Would you like to leave now?" Brian asks quietly, looking up at me. "Indeed. Is father awake yet?" I inquire, pushing the chair in. "Ah, no sir. He and the Mrs went to sleep very late last night. They were discussing buiness, I was made to attend" Brian says, walking with me towards the door.

I grab my book bag from the hanger, thoughtful of Brian to have gathered it. "Ride with me, and tell me about the meeting. It's foolish of my parents not to invole in their busy work" I snort, climbing into the carriage as I stroll outside. Brian greets the carriage driver before joining me, talking softly about what had occurred last night after I had retired to bed.

I close my eyes and roll my head back, letting the rattling of the carriage, whinnying of the horses, and the slur of Brian's voice to mix together. The carriage stops an eon later, but I managed to stay awake through it all. Honestly, my family is so boring. I can't wait for the cotton to begin growing so I can enjoy myself out there.

"Mister Craig, we've arrived. The headmaster is here to receive you" Brian says, so it rise. I climb out of the carriage, met with a tall stocky man with fire eyes and red hair. What is he doing this end of the world? "'Elo, Mr. Thompson. I'm Mr. Dennis, the headmaster 'ere. My sons, Luke and Jonathan, will be showin' you to your classes and keepin' your company. They'll make sure to acquaint you to the rules as well, 'on't you boys?" The man says, looking over his shoulder near the end of his drawl.

Two boys my age step forwards, one a spitting image of his father, the other nothing like him. The tallest has the beginnings of a beard growing, same hazel eyes as his father. The shorter, though, has clipped black hair and ocean blue eyes. "'Elo Mr. Thompson! I'm Jonathan, this 'ere is my older brother Luke! As our pa said, we'll be leading you around" He says.

Their accent is intresting, not that different from the accent of some of my old slaves. But, they're both rather pale and they're coming to the finest school in the state, so their family must be respectable. A headmaster as a father. Certainly no man like my father, but a good one no doubt.

I smile and stick out my hand, trying to keep the corner of my lip from turning into a smirk. "Please, call me Craig. Pleased to meet you"