In our city, you are either rich or a millionaire. Yes, there is a difference. There is a school called Branford Elite School, where the students are children of valued public figures - but there are also scholarship students, idiots -.

I'm the king here, I'm good in every class, the students fear me or love me, the teachers know not to get in my way. And well, every king needs a queen.

We are in one of the club rooms, where only the popular people hang out. And by "we" I mean me, you and three other friends. We are the top 5.

I look at you, we've always been to the same schools, same courses, same events and yet I never get tired of you.

"I heard you're vacationing in Italy this time." I speak pretending to be disinterested.