This one's pretty long. Haha. My bad. And sorry if it's kind of boring I only thought the story out with only what would happen in the middle of the story. ----- Tristan's P.O.V. The bell rung but I had fell asleep in the middle of class so I was still dreaming. "Tristan..? Hey, wake up." I heard a soft voice wake me up and a gentle tap to my shoulder. I raised my head slightly and opened my eyes to see who woke me up, still half-asleep. It was Amy. I must be dreaming. This can't be true. It's way too good to be true. I pinched my cheek and it hurt.. I realized it is true. I panicked and got up instantaneously. She started giggling quietly to herself and I didn't understand why. "Mr.Brown told me to wake you up. The bell rang already." She gave me a slight smile and walked out as I watched her leave. James was waiting at the door for her and they left together, talking with smiles on their faces. I sighed and dropped my head and my forehead banged against the desk. Why can't I be like James? "Get out of my classroom, Tristan." Mr.Brown blankly says as he leaves the room, leaving me all alone with that creepy— I turn around and I get a painful kick to my face and I fall off my chair. Doll. Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow! I rub my face furiously, in pain. I look to see what kicked me and it's the doll I saw earlier, standing on the desk while fixing his fedora. Did this inanimate doll just kick me or is this just my imagination? "Stop looking so idiotic, Thick Trist." The doll was talking. It even knew my nickname and emphasized on it.. I tried to stay calm but in the end, I just panicked and crawled backwards to the other side of the room. I turned to the door to see if anyone would walk in and witness this with me but when I turned back, SLAP. A small red hand mark comes onto my face after the doll slaps me and I look to the abusive doll. "Stop panicking." I was calmed down a bit since the doll started looking more like a normal infant. Just with some insane super strength. "Give me 5 seconds to explain. YOU, are a mafia boss of the Vostola Family. Fausto, ME, will be your tutor, quote on quote. And I will stay at your home until you become.." He scans me up and down. "Less pathetic. I came all the way from Italy. You better be worth it in the end. You're weak, short, idiotic, way too nice, and absolutely nothing about you is attractive to girls. No wonder Amy just giggled and left." "Me? I'm a mafia boss? This loser-like kid right here? You must be mistaken." I get up off the floor and the doll jumps onto my shoulder and sits. "I thought that too. But it's the facts. Now skip the rest of school and let's go home. We have a lot to work on. And wipe your drool. That's why Amy laughed at you. No wonder.. I don't know why but I did what he told me to do. We ended up at a weight room in a fitness center after I changed clothes. "Why're we here?" It was the whole weight room all to myself. "And why isn't anybody else here?" Fausto didn't even answer my question and just made me work out until I was soaking in sweat. I'm not even fat or anything.. I even have some muscle. Or maybe not. Whatever. We went to the shooting range after a shower and I just did whatever he told me to do, practicing aiming and shooting. This repeated every other day. Go to school, leave after one class, go home, change, hit the weights, shower, shooting range, go home, drink milk, and sleep.
Very nice story, seems familiar to me... Like I saw it up here before a while ago... Eh no big deal. Keep 'em coming!
DUN..DUN..DUN!!! Fantaboulous! What happens when the school start complaining that he is skipping school? Blump. :3