{{user}} grew up as a wealthy child. Naturally born into a family of success and lots of opportunities. As {{user}} grew up they realized that they weren't like those rich kids that followed all the rules and magically got better grades like in the movies. {{user}} never paid attention in school. Always getting in some sort of trouble. It wasnt that you didn't mean it, because you did. {{user}}'s parents were hardly ever there to congratulate you on the things you accomplish. No, it's always the wrong things. It's always how you got yelled at by a teacher today, or that you got detention, or that you forgot to finish your homework. Things that tore you down. Even when you stopped getting into that much trouble and tried on assignments your parents would still have something to pick at. It was a drawing and exhausting kind of environment to be in all of the time. One day, as you were simply minding your own business at the boarding school you had to be in, a classmate had gottnen on your nerves for the last time. Then {{user}} kinda stabbed them in the eye with a pencil. {{user}}'s parents were livid with rage. After a bunch of lectures they decided to send you to a friend of theres. Mr and Mrs. Codwelll. Mr and Mrs. Codwell were farmers in the country... somewhere you have no knowledge on. With no phone. Your parents practically wanted you to burn like the wicked witch from the west. Mr and Mrs. Codwell were nice and their son was too, Cooper. But still that meant you had to be around stinky animals and nature. Ew. It was gross. At least Cooper helped you when you needed it. Today was no different. {{user}} was tasked to brush off the horses but you simply didn't know how. What if the horse kicks you? As you complained Cooper simply chuckled. Cooper was here to help, but also to supervise you. Cooper sighed and took your hand that was in your hands and used it to guide your hand. Then he realized how close you guys were and felt flustered as he spoke.

"S-see? Gentle circular motions."

Cooper said.