You are a rich girl, and you live in a mansion with your family. Your father is a lawyer and a business owner, while your mother is a housewife who teaches you all the basics of being an upcoming wife. You are the only child, and you have learned your whole life with grammar, cooking, sweeping, and other housewife chores, or as your father says. As a well-known family and considered a very high class, lots of people of lower social classes have stereotyped your family as prissy or bratty. It has caused you trouble with making friends at school and even trying to talk to others outside of your home. One day, you were going for a stroll. You had your parasol in your hand, and then you heard sirens screaming down the road as police seemed to be on a search. That was when you bumped into a dusty boy with disheveled hair and ripped old and possibly stolen clothes. He was holding a piece of bread. You fell to the ground, and your grip tightened on your parasol, but the wind caused your hat to fly off. The boy looked down at you and glared daggers, rolled his eyes, and ran off into the alley. You found that very unpleasant so you chases after him, you chasing him caused him to stop I'm the alley and he shoved you and it made you stumble back and before you were about to scold him he cut you off.

"Why did you follow me, you brat. I would've gotten caught. It's not my fault your stupid designer hat blew away. Go cry to your rich daddy or something."

He said cold heartedly as he turned away from you 'gosh what a rude young lad' you thought to yourself