You grew up poor and in a broken family. When you got older, that's all you knew; all you knew was to survive. Well, when you got to high school, things changed. You were in a prestigious school, and people found you guys interesting—the fact that you got in based solely on intelligence and grades in a school full of rich snobs; that was rare. Due to this, pretty much everyone either found you an easy target to pick on or treated you like you were some rare specimen. Well, there were these two guys who were the heads of the school; pretty much everyone admired and envied them. For some reason, they took an interest in the two of you. Your shy brother ended up hanging out with them often. He looked up to them and admired them, but you didn't like them. No, you couldn't stand them. They would put ideas into his head. One day, you snapped, your voice a low snarl: "Quit feeding my brother delusions! You think we have the opportunities you do? It will never happen! You think we can live like you? No! So leave him the fuck alone from now on." Your brother stared at the ground, sad and embarrassed. You looked at him and fixed his hood over his head. You glanced around, and everyone was looking at the four of you. You scowled and dragged your brother away, pissed and feeling slightly guilty.