Aaron entered the living room the next morning, dressed in his school uniform consisting of a black blazer, black trousers, white dress shirt, black tie and black leather Oxford shoes, ready for his first day of school.
He noticed that Ivan was ready for his job as a professor at MIT in a sharp navy blue suit as well, sipping a cup of coffee, while Annette was still in her signature bed-clothes consisting of an over-sized gray sweatshirt and sweatpants, hunched over the table, nursing a hangover.
Ivan downed the rest of his coffee and got up from the table. "Ready for your first day?" he asked Aaron.
"Won't Mother be late? Her school starts today as well" asked Aaron, looking coldly at Annette slumped over the table.
"I took the liberty of calling the school and letting them know she is sick" said Ivan, also giving her a cold look. He had been less than impressed by her sulking at dinner and drinking down an entire (and very expensive) champagne bottle by herself last night during Aaron's 13th birthday.
He handed Aaron the keys to the BMW M5. "You drive till we reach St. Ignatius" he said.
Aaron carefully pulled into the St. Ignatius Academy parking lot, he was about to get out, when a silver Mercedes convertible screeched to a halt in front of the BMW M5, blocking their exit.
A heavyset African American girl wearing a horribly clashing silver hoodie and white yoga pants got out and marched towards the driver side of the BMW M5.
"You in my spot white boy!" she snarled at Aaron as he partially rolled down the window. Aaron regarded her coldly. "We will be moving soon miss, could you please move your car so that my father can pull out of the parking lot?" he asked her in his clipped demeanor.
His response seemed to greatly offend the girl. "Oh, is gonna be like that? Little white boy thinks he can steal my spot? A-right" she snarled going back to her car and pulling out a large chrome baseball bat.
Aaron quickly rolled up the window and started the BMW M5, the engine giving a powerful rumble. He turned the steering wheel left as far as it would go and revved it loud and hard, the car straining against the brakes as the engine roared. The girl froze in abject terror as she stared at the large, powerful black car straining against its brakes. The noise attracted campus security and two burly guards tackled the girl, the bat flying out of her hands. Aaron quickly shut off the engine.
The girl's demeanor had completely changed. She was screaming and crying hysterically. "This is racist!" she wailed as a beefy African American guard zip-tied her hands behind her back. "Shut it Viola! You're in trouble enough already!" snarled the guard as he hauled her away.
"Are you alright?" asked the other Latin-American guard looking at Aaron in concern. Aaron looked much too young to drive or even attend the school.
"We're fine sir. Is this Ms. Viola's spot? There were no reserved parking signs" said Aaron coldly.
"Who was that girl?" asked Ivan, still shaken by the incident.
"That was Viola Davis. Her parents are big deal BLM activists. Ever since that movement kicked off, she's been screaming racism at everyone and trying to get away with bullying" sighed the guard. He looked over at Aaron and the BMW M5 appreciatively. "You were trying to power slide out of the parking spot. Smart move in theory, only problem is if you had clipped her car while trying to slide out, your airbag would have deployed, and you would have crashed. It's not as simple as the movies kid" he chuckled.
"Perhaps, but it was the only solution I could think of before she decided to vandalize my father's car" said Aaron coldly.
"Aaron! It's alright! A couple of broken headlights and dents is not worth getting into trouble over! That girl could have seriously gotten hurt!" admonished Ivan. He was somewhat flattered that Aaron was so protective over the BMW but also worried that Aaron had shown no hesitation with trying to intimidate a pedestrian. Part of him was also afraid that Aaron could have caused major damage and injury if he actually tried to slide around Viola's car before campus security got there.
"Don't worry sir. Thanks to Aaron's revving, we intervened before things could escalate, that's our job. Ms. Viola was on her last warning. This little stunt means expulsion for sure" said the guard grimly.
"What about Aaron? Is he going to be in trouble? He's still under-age and learning to drive. I'll take full responsibility for this incident" said Ivan, wrapping his arms protectively around Aaron.
"He won't be in trouble. You don't have to worry. Ms. Viola was the one who caused the trouble first by threatening to vandalize the car" assured the guard.
"Well then sir, can you please move Ms. Viola's car so that my father can get to work?" asked Aaron, pulling out his backpack.
"Sure Mr. Aaron, off you go to class" chuckled the guard as Aaron nodded to Ivan and left.
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The first day of class went smoothly for Aaron. He had classes on physics, chemistry, math, computer science and PE. Each with its own unique challenges, but he was able to follow them quite well. His other classmates gave him surprised looks when he pulled out his massive black Linux powered gaming laptop while everyone else used Apple Macbooks, but otherwise didn't comment on it or bother him, in fact they seemed to give him a wide berth.
The discipline and uniform code was strictly enforced, with teachers conducting uniform inspections at the start of the day and after PE class. The more rebellious students soon found out the penalties of violating the uniform code, which resulted in detentions, and having to clean up after classes. At the end of class however, Aaron was summoned to the guidance counselor's office.