Chapter Two

(Lincoln Park High School, 2001 N Orchard St, Chicago)

Micheal Vasilias drove into the Lincoln Park High School campus and turned off the ignition of his motorcycle.

Coming down from his motorcycle, he shakily locked the neck of his motorcycle before dashing into the school building.

"Oh my goodness, I'm late! Tom and Jerry will be furious yet again." Micheal Vasilias thought to himself inwardly as he ran into his classroom.

"MICHEAL!!!" Two boys standing outside Micheal Vasilias' classroom door called his name loudly.

"Fuck!! "Speak of the devil." Micheal Vasilias muttered to himself, his teeth clenched.

"Where are you going?!?" One of the boys questioned Micheal Vasilias sternly while clutching his arm.

"Hehehe!! I'm sorry, Tom....

"Save it, Fella!! Why are you so late?!" Micheal Vasilias was about to say something when the other boy interrupted him, looking at him inquisitively.

"Jerry, I had to wash my motorcycle....

"Michael, no matter how clean your motorcycle is, Felicia will never ask you for a ride because it looks like crap and makes me puke all the time!!!" Jerry yelled at Micheal Vasilias while looking at him.

"Jerry, don't talk about my baby like that!! Just because it makes you puke doesn't mean it'll make Felicia puke, okay?!" Michael Vasilias yelled aggressively at Jerry while crying.

"Wake up, homie!" Felicia has no idea you exist, and when you try to talk to her, she acts as if you are a ghost..."I'm curious why you can't see that you and Felicia aren't going to work out." Tom murmured to Micheal Vasilias, emotional, as he handed him a handkerchief.

"Besides, she's already dating Carl." Jerry smiled as he tapped Micheal Vasilias on the shoulder.

"What are you doing here?" The debate began thirty minutes ago." Felicia stated to Tom, Jerry, and Micheal Vasilias while glancing at them as she walked down the corridor.

"We know, Felicia!" It's only that we had some matters to resolve....We'll be going to the debate hall soon." Jerry smiled and responded warmly to Felicia.

"Ah, I see..."Suit yourself, then!" "I'm going in." Felicia muttered sharply to Jerry, rolling her eyes at him.

"Hello, Felicia!" You're aware that I'm taking part in the debate, right? You look lovely....(Before Micheal Vasilias could finish his sentence, Felicia walked out on them)...today."

"Do you see what we were talking about?" Jerry and Tom said to Micheal Vasilias warmly while staring at him inquisitively.

"I KNOW, OKAY!!!" DON'T TRY TO MAKE ME FEEL WORSE THAN I FEEL RIGHT NOW!!!" Micheal Vasilias yelled at Tom and Jerry while sobbing.

"It's okay, Homie! "Let's go to the debate hall." Jerry said to Micheal Vasilias while hugging and patting him on the back.

"(Sniffles!!) Let's go! I'm going to make sure I win the motion supporting us wearing our uniforms to school and prove to her that I'm worthy of her." Micheal Vasilias yelled, his fist tightening.

"Yeah! Yeah!" Yeh! Whatever you think! "Let's get going." Tom frowned as he taunted and teased Micheal Vasilias.

"Do you think I'm putting on airs?" While staring at Tom inquisitively, Michael Vasilias asked him emotionally.

"I didn't say anything, so let's just go!!" Micheal Vasilias responded cordially as Tom walked away from him and Jerry, towards the debate hall.

"He appears to be enthusiastic about the debate." Jerry smiled at Micheal Vasilias before sprinting to catch up with Tom.

"Guys, Hold on! Please wait for me!! Let's all go!!" Michael Vasilias cried loudly as he ran after Tom and Jerry, intending to catch up with them and accompany them into the debate hall.

(Gladovia Imperial Palace, Gladcia, Gladovia Empire)

"His Imperial Majesty is...

"Open the door right now!!!" Emperor Roland Vasilias, who was 85 years old, yelled angrily at the announcer as he hurriedly walked towards his office.

The two imperial guards stationed in front of Emperor Roland Vasilias' office door unlocked it immediately, allowing Emperor Roland Vasilias to enter.

"Those ministers were ignorantly pressuring me to relieve them of their obligations today by using vulgar language in front of the National Assembly!! "I'm confident they support my daughter." Emperor Roland Vasilias roared angrily as he sat down and put on his spectacles.

"Your Imperial Majesty!" Mr. Benjamin Smith, Emperor Roland Vasilias' chief secretary, and assistant, spoke softly while bending his head.

"Benjamin, You were here? I didn't notice you because I was enraged, and to add to my rage...That scumbag of an announcer wanted to publicize my presence in my own office..."How ridiculous." Mr. Benjamin Smith, Emperor Roland Vasilias stated kindly before carefully sipping his cup of tea.

"Your Imperial Majesty, if I may say, the announcer has been announcing the presence of dignitaries and members of the Imperial family for years, so it's only natural that he forgot that you don't need your presence to be announced because you are entering your office." Mr. Benjamin Smith said to Emperor Roland Vasilias, smiling brightly.

"(Sigh!!!) Benjamin, I'm too exhausted to be concerned about the announcer." While massaging the back of his neck, Emperor Roland Vasilias remarked softly to Mr. Benjamin Smith.

"That reminds me!! Have you found Prince Micheal Vasilias, the son of my late son?" Emperor Roland Vasilias inquired, staring at Mr. Benjamin Smith with curiosity.

"Yes, Your Imperial Majesty! It wasn't an easy endeavor, but owing to a photo provided by late Crown Prince Richard Vasilias, I was able to find him." Mr. Benjamin Smith smiled heartily as he responded to Emperor Roland Vasilias.

"Are you serious?" While glancing at Mr. Benjamin Smith, Emperor Roland Vasilias inquired pleasantly.

"Certainly, Your Imperial Majesty!" He attends Lincoln Park High School and lives in Chicago with his nanny...He is a high school senior in his second year...Here are photos of his school, nanny, and home...It's a small home." Mr. Benjamin Smith replied to Emperor Roland Vasilias with a smile on his face as he handed him numerous photographs.

"Hmm! Thank you so much, Benjamin! So, after divorcing my son on his child's fifth birthday, Princess Clarissa Dandarrion of Monaco went to Chicago with my grandchild...She did not have a comfortable life, according to these photographs." Emperor Roland Vasilias expressed his gratitude to Mr. Benjamin Smith while looking at the photos.

"Your Imperial Majesty, I only recently learned that Princess Clarissa Dandarrion of Monaco is late, and according to my sources, she died a year ago." Mr. Benjamin Smith responded to Emperor Roland Vasilias with a mournful smile while bowing his head.

"Now I understand why my grandson has a nanny." Emperor Roland Vasilias smiled warmly as he placed the images on his desk.

"Yes, Your Imperial Majesty!" But what should we do now?" Mr. Benjamin Smith said to Emperor Roland Vasilias, looking at him inquisitively.

"Of course, we're going to him!!" Did you think I told you to track down my grandson's location so I could write him letters and bring him gifts like my late son?." Emperor Roland Vasilias looked at Mr. Benjamin Smith with interest.

"My sincere apologies, Your Imperial Majesty!" Mr. Benjamin Smith apologized to Emperor Roland Vasilias.

"My grandson's father died because he announced in the National Assembly that he was going to bring back his son who had gone with his mother ten years ago!! And he said that in front of the entire parliament, including my daughter and her son!! I'm convinced that someone ran over his car on purpose because they assumed he was in his car with his son because it was all over the news that he was returning to the country after being out of the country for quite some time, not realizing they were mistaken, and you and I know who that someone could be." While looking at the photograph of late Crown Prince Richard Vasilias and his son, Micheal Vasilias, Emperor Roland Vasilias said to Mr. Benjamin Smith in a mournful tone.

"They both look good in their suits." While sobbing, Emperor Roland Vasilias stated to Mr. Benjamin Smith.

"Certainly, Your Imperial Majesty." Mr. Benjamin Smith responded heartily to Emperor Roland Vasilias while staring at him sadly.

"I still remember the day my grandson turned five...He came into my bedroom chamber and brought me a cake, saying, "Grandpa, I know you were busy today, so I saved some cake for you..."Should I sing for you?" Emperor Roland Vasilias said to Mr. Benjamin Smith with a pause while sobbing.

"When I told him he could sing for me, he sang "I love my family" in his sweet voice...He was so adorable...I was overjoyed that day, only to find out the next day that his mother had divorced my son, and as if that wasn't enough, she took him away." Emperor Roland Vasilias continued, wiping away tears with his handkerchief.

"I'm very sorry, Your Imperial Majesty." Mr. Benjamin Smith smiled at Emperor Roland Vasilias.

"I'm certain that my daughter is to blame for the divorce of my late son and his late wife because I saw her many times confronting my late son's late wife, and the kind of woman my late son's late wife was was the type who loved peace more than anything in this world." While taking a deep breath, Emperor Roland Vasilias said to Mr. Benjamin Smith

"Your Imperial Majesty, I'm not sure about the confrontation, but Her Highness, Princess Isabella Vasilias rarely visited the chambers of Princess Clarissa Dandarrion of Monaco when she was still married to late Crown Prince Richard Vasilias." Mr. Benjamin Smith said to Emperor Roland Vasilias warmly with a smile on his face.

"Benjamin, I know my daughter better than you do...She's skilled at hiding her tracks, and she'll go to any length to see her son crowned as the Crown Prince of Gladovia Empire." Emperor Roland Vasilias said to Mr. Benjamin Smith while smiling at him.

"Your Imperial Majesty, Mr. Peter Rodriguez, Your Head Of Security, is here to see you." The announcer spoke from outside Emperor Roland Vasilias' office.

"Please let him in." Emperor Roland Vasilias gave a firm order while taking a deep breath.

Without wasting time, the two imperial guards stationed in front of Emperor Roland Vasilias' office door unlocked it for Mr. Peter Rodriguez to enter.

"Your Imperial Majesty, I came to inform you that the cargo planes and your private jet are ready at the Imperial Airport." Mr. Peter Rodriguez spoke cordially to Emperor Roland Vasilias while bowing his head.

"Are you serious?" Emperor Roland Vasilias inquired cordially of Mr. Peter Rodriguez while staring at him inquisitively.

"Certainly, Your Imperial Majesty." Mr. Peter Rodriguez politely responded to Emperor Roland Vasilias.

"Great! Thank goodness Benjamin has tracked down my grandson...I'm ecstatic right now...What a perfect timing!! Benjamin, Get up! We're heading to Chicago to bring my grandson home." Emperor Roland Vasilias said to Mr. Benjamin Smith with a smile on his face.

"What?!" Mr. Benjamin Smith inquired, shocked and taken aback.

"How come you're surprised? Didn't I tell you that we'd go see him when you asked what we should do next?" Emperor Roland Vasilias said to Mr. Benjamin Smith warmly while looking at him inquisitively.

"You stated that, but....

"Can you see? I said it! So, let's go...I'd like to get there before dark." Emperor Roland Vasilias smiled as he interrupted Mr. Benjamin Smith's speech before stepping out of his office.

"Wow! Was he going to Chicago before or after....

"What you are about to say is correct, Sir! His Imperial Majesty requested that I prepare one of his Private Jets as well as his cargo planes just in case." With a pause, Mr. Peter Rodriguez said cordially to Mr. Benjamin Smith.

"I believe it's a coincidence that you discovered His Highness, Prince Micheal Vasilias's location today and informed His Imperial Majesty about it just before I arrived to inform him about the Private Jet and Cargo planes." Mr. Peter Rodriguez stated to Mr. Benjamin Smith further as he walked out of Emperor Roland Vasilias' office, smiling brightly.

"He's dead set on bringing his grandson to Gladovia Empire." Mr. Benjamin Smith smiled and said to himself as he exited Emperor Roland Vasilias' office.

(Imperial Airport, Gladcia, Gladovia Empire)

Six cars, four black Mercedes Benz with two limousines in the middle of the convoy, pulled over at the runway where the crew of the Private Jet and the Cargo jets were waiting eagerly.

(Imperial Airport, Gladcia, Gladovia Empire)

Six cars, four black Mercedes Benz with two limousines in the middle of the convoy, pulled over at the runway where the crew of the Private Jet and the Cargo jets were waiting eagerly.

Mr. Peter Rodriguez and three other bodyguards exited one of the black Mercedes Benz and opened the door to one of the limos.

Emperor Roland Vasilias stepped out slowly from the limousine, which had been opened by Mr. Peter Rodriguez and the three bodyguards, and headed towards the Private Jet.

"Peter, please make sure you ride the entire vehicles here into the two cargo planes, okay?" Emperor Roland Vasilias ordered Mr. Peter Rodriguez as he boarded the Private Jet.

Mr. Benjamin Smith stepped out of the second limousine and dusted his suit.

Taking a deep breath, he walked slowly into Emperor Roland Vasilias' Private Jet.

Twelve more bodyguards exited the three black Mercedes Benz before Mr. Peter Rodriguez and five other bodyguards entered the cars and drove them into the cargo planes.

Mr. Peter Rodriguez and the five bodyguards exited the cargo planes and entered Emperor Roland Vasilias' private jet, along with the remaining 10 bodyguards.

Slowly, Emperor Roland Vasilias' Private Jet began to run down the runway.

After running down the runway for five minutes, Emperor Roland Vasilias' Private Jet took off into the sky, heading towards Chicago.

(INSIDE THE PRIVATE JET OF EMPEROR ROLAND VASILIAS)

"(Sighs!!) Grandson, I've always imagined the day I'd meet you...I can hardly believe it's finally happening." While glancing out the window of the Private Jet, Emperor Roland Vasilias muttered to himself inwardly with a smile on his face.

(The Debate Hall, Lincoln Park High School, 2001 N Orchard St, Chicago)

"Guys, This is not a debate! This is a problem with authority!! Lincoln Park High School manipulates our minds with what they tell us, but you know what? I believe they are dissatisfied!" With a pause, Jeremy, one of Lincoln Park High School's smartest students and Felicia's boyfriend, addressed the students.

"That's right." The students roared in accord with what Jeremy said.

"I believe Lincoln Park High School should get rid of the uniforms and allow us to wear casual clothes to school all year." Jeremy continued, prompting the students to applaud enthusiastically.

Jeremy smiled as he walked to his seat and sat down, while the students yelled and cheered louder.

"Alright! Alright! Alright! Alright! Settle down! This is a debate, not an opera performance, and Jeremy, I need you back in your school uniform right now." Mrs. Kate Donivan, Principal of Lincoln Park High School, said to the students as she ordered Jeremy to put on his uniform.

"Okay, Principal! Whatever you say." Jeremy said out while standing up from his seat and mounting his seat as he executed some brake moves.

"Jeremy, sit down!" Felicia glared angrily at Jeremy.

"He is the man!" Felicia's friend, Amber, exclaimed with delight.

"What?! "He's my man." Felicia yelled fiercely at Amber, glaring at her.

"OK, Jeremy! Later! You can practice your dance moves afterwards! Okay? I promise to make time later to watch you do your dance moves, okay? Now, get down! Down, boy!!" Mrs. Kate Donivan said to Jeremy with a forced smile.

"All right, Principal, but I wanted to show you some of my dance moves right now..." Why don't you....

"I told you to get down, and if I'm not mistaken, I promised to spare some of my time for you later and watch your dance moves!!!" Mrs. Kate Donivan yelled angrily at Jeremy, compelling him to sit down.

"Jeremy now has the main point." Mrs. Kate Donivan declared to the students, pausing as the students clapped excitedly.

"All right, now that we've heard from Jeremy O'Connell for the affirmative (I admire his audacity), let's give the floor to Micheal Vasilias, who will present the negative argument against our preposition." Mrs. Kate Donivan smiled as she addressed the students, but all eyes were on Micheal Vasilias, who was terrified.

"Tom, what was my point again?" Micheal Vasilias inquired quietly from Tom.

"Don't even try to tell me you forgot!" Seriously, man! (Sighs!!) Your point is that you like our clothes because they are equalizers..."I'm surprised you forgot something so simple that we rehearsed numerous times." Tom responded reluctantly to Micheal Vasilias.

"Micheal Vasilias!! Get your ass down here." Mrs. Kate Donivan stated to Micheal Vasilias in a commanding tone while smiling at him.

Micheal Vasilias rose up from his seat and climbed the stage after taking a deep breath.

He froze behind the podium, which made Tom nervous.

"Uniforms are equalizers." Tom mouthed to Micheal Vasilias, but his efforts were futile.

"Erhm...Erhm...Erhm...I think...Erhm." Micheal Vasilias mumbled under the impact of stage fright.

"Hahahahahaha!! He's such a moron!!" One of the students laughed and exclaimed out.

"Look at his hair!" He looks like a pig." Another student said aloud while smiling at Micheal Vasilias, who was trembling.

"Hahahahahahahaha!!" Some of the students began laughing at Micheal Vasilias, who was trembling uncontrollably.

"We're waiting." Some kids teased him by yelling and smirking at him.

"Erhm...You see...Erhm...I...I...I...You see...Erhm...I...You see casual...Casual...You see casual...Casual." Micheal Vasilias faltered, then panted and covered his lips with his right hand.

"Oh, my God! He's gonna puke." One of the students yelled out, and the rest of the students, excluding Tom and Jerry, busted out laughing.

Micheal Vasilias, who couldn't stand seeing himself being mocked by the students, stormed out of the debate hall, prompting the students to laugh harder as they clapped for him in a mocking manner.

Micheal Vasilias exited the school building, took out his motorcycle key, and opened the neck of his motorcycle before mounting it.

Sobbing even harder, he started the motorcycle, selected his gear, and drove out of the school compound onto the road, toward his house.