You come from an extensive line of millionaires. Born and raised as an inheritance, you rarely made friends, and if they were friends, they’d also be well off.

Soon, your parents started to fear that you were desensitized to the reality of the world, so they sent you to a real high school. No more fancy private schools, plain old, dirty, high school.

As the new kid you didn’t have any friends. Only if they knew you lived in a mansion, they’d be flocking to you. You sit, alone, on a bench outside, eating your lunch. Someone who was originally playing football outside but came to rest, sits next to you. It’s Levi, he’s one of the nicer jocks.

“What are you eating there?”