1 Marceau I

Marceau woke up to the assaulting noise of his alarm. Oh did he hate the sound of his alarm. Marceau hated waking up early but he had to go to school. He went to a French high school in Istanbul called Saint Joseph. In Turkey everyone takes an exam to get into high schools. Only the bests can get into Saint Joseph. Even though the school is great, it was very far away. He had to get up at 5.30 am just to make it in time. "Such a pain!" He thought while sighing.

He got up, took a quick shower, put some clothes on in a hurry. I mean the school had a strict policy about clothing. You had to wear their uniform or you would not be let in the school. The uniform wasn't half bad so he was okay with it. It was a Thursday, he hated Thursdays. It was too far in the week for anybody to have energy in their body. Whatever, he brushed his teeth. It was 6 am now. The bus would be there in about 20 minutes. Marceau hated breakfasts so he just made his bag and went back to sleep. He had another alarm to wake him up at 6.20. And yes, he did wake up and went to school. Although he slept on the bus.

Marceau hated school. Not because it was boring, nor it was because of the immense amount of assignments they gave. He was not liked in school. For some reason nobody really knew, he was always hated, bullied by other people. He never had any friends in school and it had been 4 years. He was all alone. His parents were separated and he lived with his mother. The thing is his mother was a workaholic.

It might not sound bad but his parents separated when he was two and his mother would be working untill midnight everyday. It was not because of her boss. She didn't have one. It also wasn't their financial situation because even when he was three, they were prety wealthy. She earned much more then an avarage family. About 750k a year. She used that money to invest. Not because of a retirement plan. She just liked money. That's why Marceau never really knew his mother nor his father. It was only him and the maid.

They lived in an apartment in the center of the city worth about 3 million. Istanbul is an expensive city. And the only people living in the center of the city was other hard working man. No children whatsoever. Being alone is hard. Sometimes harder than struggling to make a living.