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>"Cya, Chandler!"
>"Bye, Chandler!"
>"See you tomorrow, Chandler!"
>Such was everyday's afternoon in the life of arguably the most popular kid in the school after class-hours.
>People with who spent their whole days by his side. Acquaintances who pretended to be friends of his only after chatting with him a couple of times. Kids he didn't even know the names.
>All of them wishing him a nice evening, hoping to receive a hint of attention from Chandler.
>He had to admit: he was enjoying every bit of his popularity. A fame already thriving, that boomed even further after this birthday party he organized a couple of weeks ago.
>The ones invited seemed forever grateful, while the unlucky ones seemed to redouble their efforts in attempting to get noticed by the young celebrity.
>However, he recalls there were these two guys. Although having been invited, they eventually didn't show up. Now that was a surprise.
>What were their names already, Clinton and Larry? A shame, they seemed pretty cool, back at the arcade.
>Oh well, it was their loss. It's not every Tuesday you get an invitation from Chandler in person.
>He sometimes enjoyed feigning modesty, but he was the first one to notice that one had everything to gain to be on his good side.
>Not only for the popularity in school, but having a father supervising the sewage systems of Royal Woods definitely had its pros.
>500 tones of human wastes processed, brother!
>Well, there wasn't so much to brag about this number. But his dad's paycheck, on the other hand!
>Right, his father...
>As he kept walking down the road to his home, the usual laid-back smile on the young boy's face progressively faded away.
>He stopped before his lawn to observe the huge house that he and his father lived in.
>It really was a fancy house, with a lot of extra rooms and a pool in the back. But Chandler always felt this mansion was way too large for the two of them.
