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Harold's age: 15

Sunlight penetrated through windows as Helen pulled the curtains apart, "Rise and shine my king, it's time for your school." Helen walked towards the bed before pulling the blanket away from Harold.

"Mom, just two more minutes." Harold groaned as the sunlight was directly hitting his eyes.

"You've got your vocal classes now." Helen said as Harold smiled before sitting straight on his bed. "So my king is now going to get ready for his singing class." Helen said it in a sing-song way while pinching his cheeks.

Harold frowned and rolled his eyes. "Mom!!! Stop calling me king, I'm not a baby anymore. Call me Harold. Even my other friends including Dylan call me king in a teasy way to irk me." Harold groaned and in return Helen smiled.

"Let your friends call you king because you are a king. The meaning of your name Harold is leader.....a king." Harold shook his head in dismay before getting up from the bed before making his way to the washroom.

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