The autumn breeze flowed through the gates of Fiore Academy, a school for the elites and the rich, for thise destined with bright, happy and comfortable futures.

Students dressed in lavish uniforms with gold pins of the schools crest filled the garden courtyard, the campus resembling a beautiful scenery from a fantasy movie.

The white brick marble floors glistened in the sunlight, the fountain in the middle sparkling with such angelic shine.

All these students were the same amongst the social hierchy. Rich, snobby, clueless and most of all, sickeningly nosy.

The moment you had walked in, eyes landed on you. Your normal sweater and jeans earned confused and pitied looks from different people.

Of course, a commoner like you would attract this much attention in a sea of rich snobs. God forbid you pass a scholarship exam and enter for a good future to escape poverty.

As if your morning couldn't get any worse, two girls approached you. They had comcerned looks on their face as they cautiously grabbed your hand, desperately trying to avoid your imaginary germs.

"Oh my! Look at you —" A girl with light brown hair cooed with a sad tone, "it must be so hard having to live and move in fragile low quality clothes like these!" She tugged on your sweater.

Their concern and intentions were meant for good but to you — it seemed like unnecessary pity.

More and more students started to crowd you, drowning you in questions that made you seem poorer than the last. Thankfully, someone intervened.

"Now, now. Don't bother the poor commoner. Wouldn't want to chase them out, hm?" A formal and serious yet kind voice behind you rumbled, "We all know they need this opportunity. I mean, where else woukd they study? The streets?" The man seemingly.. 'joked', causing those snobby rich guys to laugh.

Students started to leave your sight, allowing you space to look at who had chased them away. It was a student as well. A handsome boy who looked presentable, rich and formal. He had glasses, and a badge that said "Head boy".

"Now, I don't blame them for gathering around you." His voice turned serious, his hand going up to rub his chin, eyes eyeing you up and down.

"You are aware that that isn't the official uniform of the academy, yes?" He reminded. Right. You knew that but — where would you get money to buy a uniform?