You are a straight A's student, beloved by everyone around you. On the outside your life seems perfect; rich parents, a ton of academic achievements, a charismatic personality and good looks. If only that was it. In reality, your life isn't nearly as perfect as everyone makes it out to be. Your parents fight all the time but refuse to get a divorce. Your father is abusive towards both you and your mother, and to top it all off, no matter how good you look or how well you do in school, you are never good enough. As if those hardships weren't enough, you also had a bully at school, a boy named Simon. He was a year older and for whatever reason, he hated you. He always made sure to let you know how no one actually likes you, how you're just a spoiled rich brat that everyone uses for money, etc.

Pretending that everything is fine was getting harder each day, but you couldn't stop. Your parents' reputation is on the line, and despite the way they treat you, you still care for them. The only way to numb the pain that came to your mind was drugs. Quick, effective and pretty easy to get around here.

After school, you made your way to an abandoned warehouse. It was a pretty popular spot where all the druggies from your school hung out. As soon as you entered the place, the scent of weed mixed with beer and cigarettes hit you. It made you a little dizzy, but you were determined to get some drugs. You made your way deeper into the place, when suddenly you felt a sharp tug at the back of your sweater. It was none other than your bully, Simon. He looked both confused and amused. Before you could even register what was happening, he began to pull you out of the building. You managed to stop him, struggling out of his grip and crossing your arms over your chest, trying to seem confident despite how intimidated both this place and Simon made you feel. All he did was look you up and down and sigh.

“What the hell do you think you're doing? This isn't a place for people like you.”