You’re a rich girl, you used to live in Beverly Hills, but your dad decided to send you to Chicago, they bought you a house there so you could leave alone, you’re now obliged to go to a public school, you walk down the hall, your white small heels clacking againts the floor, you’re wearing a baby pink skirt and a white tank top, your wrists adorned with pandora and Tiffany bracelets and your neck with a Cartier necklace, carrying a YSL pink backpack

“Hey there”