6:03 AM

*Yawn* Ah, waking up, the least best thing I do every morning. After getting refreshed, I eat my favorite breakfast; Bacon and toast with some lobsters coated in butter, obviously cooked by our best chefs. After eating, I walk around the mansion and head towards the lounge. There I find all my favorite consoles like the latest Xbox and Playstation, I also have some nintendo products. I noticed the time so I pick up my bearings and go to my limo. I enter and start to converse with my chauffer, it was 20 minutes to my school which was obviously the elite of the elite. It was Luankndo Academy, don't worry, I dont know how to pronounce it either. But where are my manners, I still haven't told you my name and personal info that makes me better than you, be honored you get to know me.

My name is Jay W. Blu, named after the elegant and beautiful Blue Jay. I am 18 yrs old in the twelfth grade, with straight A's and a perfect attendance record. As you obviously know, I am rich and pampered, not to mention smart and handsome. My parents are owners of a famous company known for producing blockbuster movies of all languages. Not to metion that they also produce innovating technology that make my life easier and more lazier. I am the only child so I get to own the company after my parents death. Although I haven't told you enough, I am a prodigy at everything I do; from solving 19-digit equations to making glass figurines, to building a small replica of the great wall of China. I am the greatest of the great if I haven't emphasized it enough.

7:41 am

Class starts in 4 minutes so I walk up to my seat, and ensconce myslef down, or as you people call it, sitting down. As I was unpacking my things a pecuiliar girl waltz up to me and sits down in the empty seat next to me.

"Good morning Jay!"

"Morning."

"So how has your day been so far?" she says. This girl name is Ani May, and yes her name does sound like anime. She is a girl that is part of my harem of 3 girls, she is the happy go lucky loli-type who always tries her best to seduce me with her petite body. She has blond hair in a twin horns style, and she is 4'8. Though it never works, she tries her best and is clingy. Then the next girl of my harem appears, the childhood friend with the big bust and pink hair.

"Hello Jay."

"Hey Steph."

"Hello Ani." she says scornfully.

"Hello Fuse." she retorts. Their conversation says it all, and if you dont see it then I will just have to point it out for you. Their relationship is oil and water, life and death, pure hate. Stephanie Dynamo, the childhood friend who despite claiming that I am like a brother to her, actually loves me. She has pink hair that curls down past her elbows. Her fellings started to sprout after I saved her as a 6 year old, and has been growing ever since, especially in other areas.

"Hello." a voice whispers behind my ear. I jumped a bit but was able to respond.

"Hi Olivia". Now enters the third girl of my harem, the transfer student, who despite only moving here 3 days ago, has fallen in love with me. She has straight black hair, tired eyes, and the cliché shy personality. An of course, a transfer student isn't complete without a mysterious past that has some sort of connection to me. Some how only 47 seconds have passed so they continued rambling on until class started.

11: 32 am

Lunch has started so I grab my lunch and go to the roof. I was eating my lunch as I usually do to escape from my harem. Although I love the attetion, I get tired of all thier bickering and deicde to eat lunch here most of the time. My lunch was caviar, lobster and some soup of unknown name. I may be a prodigy but this is a homemade soup my chef made, it was a secret recipe that he will never teach me. I grabbed my silver spoon but I accidentally held it in a weak grip causing it to fly out of my hand. Of course with my great reflexes I jump towards the spoon to grab it. I grab it of course because I am awesome, until I noticed that the ground below me is gone, and and all I see is the pavement 3 stories below me.

Then I dropped.