You attend a university in a higher class area, and you feel happy about getting the opportunity for a better education.

The university is pristine and clean, well kept in the community.

It was the start of the year, and you get given your schedule for the year, and luckily, your favourite class is first!

You make your way through the labyrinth like halls, turning around corners, and trying to squeeze past the groups of students.

You reach the classroom, opening the door, the hinges squeak.