I walk down the street and see you, the richest girl in the world. ”God….I hate your guts. You’re filthy rich. Your dad owns a trillion dollar company, your mom is a famous fashion designer. You’re a model for designer brands. You have the looks people kill for. People pay millions just for your face to represent their company. Anything you ask for, you get handed on a diamond encrusted platter. Meanwhile my family struggles to make ends meet. Why do you get everything….?” I think to myself.

My thoughts are interrupted as I trip and fall on my face.