Chapter 7
He put on some comfortable clothes and went into the kitchen to have breakfast, thinking over his plan for the day. The package was due to arrive today, but he was unsure as to whether it was all coming together at once or if it was coming in different packages, he a.s.sumed the latter.
He would also start building his PC, and finish doing his research on the
He stepped into the hairdresser's, it was a large open s.p.a.ce, decorated in a more antique fas.h.i.+on, with various s.p.a.ces set out for was.h.i.+ng, drying and cutting hair, all while leaving a modic.u.m amount of s.p.a.ce between the clients, it was clearly a top-end place, yet not as expensive-looking as some others. There were not many people cutting their hair, only a few men, and an older man that seemed in his early forties that was having a hot razor shave.
Ace asked for one of the cutters to help him and quickly, a young man came, he had an eccentric look, with a short-cropped beard and a weird hairstyle that for all its oddness, was still intricately done. He looked at Ace, over from head to toes and back again, as if measuring every inch of his body and face, then asked Ace to turn around and Ace complied with the odd request, he internally shrugged, letting the master practise its craft.
"How would you like it?", the man asked, in an almost worried tone.
"I don't know, however you see fit.", Ace responded, sure this was the answer the man was looking for.
And as he guessed, the man smiled, a wide smile that seemed right in place on his face.
He led Ace into one of the seats, preparing to work his magic…
Ace left the salon with a dazzled look on his face, the man had said the haircut was called a 'spiky quiff with short sides' and said that it would complement his head structure, and Ace had to agree.
He went back home, and to his surprise, found that various packages had arrived, he started opening them carefully, with almost surgical precision and set each piece slowly on the table. From what he could see, most places had arrived, and he could start a.s.sembling the computer. He had chosen the colour motif to be white and black, with some purple highlight, colours that would go with the decoration of is now proclaimed 'gaming room' without looking too drab thanks to the purple.
After a.s.sembling all he could, he looked at his phone, he had received a few messages that his packages should be arriving the next day but that his piano would still take a few days to arrive, and the process would be longer. As it would not fit through the door, they would have to disa.s.semble one of the windows and use a crane to place it inside his house. The people that would do it would arrive early in the morning and would hopefully be done by early afternoon. He notified the maids that they would have visitors arrive in the next few days, and for them to prepare extra food and stock the coffee and tea cabinets.
He then sat down and started finis.h.i.+ng up the research of the high schools, he thought he had already decided. He was unsure as to whether he would even take part in any extrcurricular activities but he had chosen The Gold Inst.i.tute, a prestigious high school, alma mater to various famous individuals, from actors to businessmen and women and politicians. He was sure his grandmother would approve, considering she was one of the board members and one of the highest investors in the school's success. It had been hard to find out this detail, it was only stated briefly at the end of the webpage, embedded in an almost hidden link. Nevertheless, because of this, he was sure his grandmother would allow him to attend.
He had already laid out the various plans for the few months that were left before the start of the year, he would most likely have to also do an interview with the departmental leads of the school in order to complete his application. In addition to this, Ace was eager to start playing games and he would also start learning languages, he a.s.sumed that if he was truly forced, he could simply join a languages club, and leave it at that.