Troubled Waters

When you ask people what their favourite season is, you typically hear them say spring or summer. If you ask them why they like those two, you get the normal answers,

like "I love the fresh smell of blooming flowers, or the cold, shivering wind is not for me, I like the heat." Unlike most, I love the cold, crisp breeze on bright winter days.

When I think of winter, I think of being bundled up in an electric blanket,sitting back watching Christmas shows on Hallmark with a nice, warm cup of hot chocolate with mini marshmallows, and wearing warm fuzzy socks with aloe in them.

The thing that makes winter the most amazing part is knowing Christmas is right around the corner. Christmas may not be a big deal in all houses, but in my house, we know the usual Christmas morning routine.

My morning usually starts off with my dad getting up to start a fresh pot of coffee, so when he comes to wake me up first, my day automatically starts off smelling the strong ,cozy scent of coffee.

I do not know about everyone, but even

though I love Christmas, it is so hard for me

to get out of bed. Not because I am too

lazy or tired, but having the room be slightly

chilly and being wrapped up in many layers

of blankets to keep me warm is so

peaceful.Once I finally get the courage to

get up, I then remember I cannot move.My assistant, Mr. Carlo made his way into my room for maybe the third time, and I know that I actually do have to get up.

"Sir, I'm sorry for being disrespectful,but your dad needs your attention." He murmured,bowing slightly.

"You can go now; I'm on my way" I said as l got out of bed.

When l look out my window, I see tiny

snowflakes slowly drifting down. I can hear the roar of laughter coming from the living room downstairs. It's Christmas Eve,

I remember when I was a little boy, every

year we gathered around the Christmas tree

at my grandparent's house, and before we

opened gifts, we all sat around together

listening to my grandpa as he shared the

story of the birth of Jesus. Listening to this

famous story really helps everyone to

remember what Christmas is all about and

keeps our minds focused on the real

reason for Christmas and not on what gifts

we do or do not get.

I dashed into the bathroom and took off my

clothes,I opened the door and tossed my

clothes on my bed. I switched on the

shower and wash the water sliding down

my body.

I was so busy talking about Christmas thatl forgot to introduce myself. My name is Raven. I am a billionaire. I own so many shipping companies and the

patents for drones, smartphones, and zips in South America.

I finished bathing and walked out of my room....

I finished bathing and walked outside my

room,I opened my wardrobe. We

billionaires just have to wear a suit all the

time, even on Christmas Eve,but I have

decided this year will be different. I go

through my clothes and took out a blue tank

top and a pair of jeans.

I finished wearing my clothes and put on

my Rolex wristwatch.

I walked out of my room, and shut the door behind me. What does my dad want to talk about again? I am already angry as it is.

Mr. Carlo opened the door of his room for me and I walked in. He was standing at the window with his hand crossed behind his back.He has a bald head and a strong aura around him.

"Dad I am here," I said, announcing my presence. He turned to look at me and a smile curved on his face, why is he smiling like that? I bet he has something up his sleeves.

"Have a seat, my son." He said, with his

deep voice, pointing to a big executive chair

in his room.

"I'm not here to sit dad, dad. Tell me what

you want." I declared, with my head held

high.

"The thing is, Kezandra's parents called this morning, and they want you guys to have a Christmas wedding." He stated.

"What!!" I asked with my mouth hanging

loosely.

"You heard me right, a Christmas wedding." He repeated it. And I screwed up my face.

"You already got me engaged to Kezandra, against my will, and now you want me to get married to her, and tomorrow," I said, with my eyebrows slightly raised.

"The sooner you settle down, the better." He

stated.

"I don't think this marriage will work, dad, l

can't get married to that plastic thing," 1

stated

"How dare you call Kezandra a plastic thing,You

will get married to her tomorrow and that's

final." He stated backing me. I open my mouth to say something, but l don't have the strength to argue. He has ruined my mood on Christmas Eve,and a Christmas wedding? Gosh!

I angrily stomped out of the room and

slammed the door, and Mr Carlo looked at

me,frightened.

"Go get my car, I need to go out and clear

my head," I stated, and he ran away quickly.

I shoved my hand in my pocket and walked

down the stairs.

I walked into the living room, which was decorated with twinkly lights and gifts that were not there the night before, and the warm-toned twinkly lights on a tree in the

middle of the house, hung stockings on the mantle, and set out figurines of reindeer and Santa. My mum and my younger brother, Luke, look at me, smiling brightly

"Good morning, son." My mum greeted me,

holding a cup of coffee.

"Good morning, mum." I responded to the

greeting.

"I hope you are aware that you are getting

married tomorrow." She added,and l

nodded,

"Wow bro, I'm so jealous."Luke remarked , and I give him a hard glare. He knows how much I hate Kezandra, and he is acting like this.