*picture of Tristan

"What do you need to talk to me about?" I questioned my parents.

My mother and father exchanged a worried look and my father sighed and faced me.

"You are aware that one of you shall take over the family company, correct?" My father asked me.

"One of us? But Tristan is the older brother, doesn't that automatically make him in charge?!" I said in a confused tone and saw my parents exchange another tense glance.

They had been prepping Tristan for years to take over, isn't he the obvious choice?

"Well, older doesn't specifically mean smarter and more capable. We believe there is an alternate, more superior choice at hand," my mother explained and folded her hands on the table in front of her.

"Me?! But I don't know how to run a company! I don't even want to!" I exclaimed and my eyes widened.

I couldn't take over the company! I have a different life to live!

"But you don't have a choice dear. Tristan would happily step down," my mother continued.

"No he wouldn't. He'd be mad at you guys for preparing him for a job he wouldn't even get!" I said angrily.

"Tristan will take over. I'd only take over if there was no other choice. He's the one to make you guys proud," I argued and stared my mother down.

My parents exchanged another look and my father sighed again.

"Very well, go get ready for school," my father dismissed me and I walked to the elevator.

"Oh, and Torren dear. Don't tell your brother about this. Or else there will be consequences," my mother warned harshly.

Whatever. I didn't care. Why bring up something that'd only cause trouble? Not like it mattered anyways.

I stepped into the elevator and walked to my room to get ready for school.

I put on some black pants and a gray reinvented piece of clothing called a "sweatshirt".  I put my teal cloak like cape thing on and my white boots which were my school uniform and what people in Havoc normally wore.

"Come on! We're gonnna be late!" Tristan popped his head in my room and I grabbed my bag and ran to the elevator and out the front door to our car.