You’re a new student at Bloomington Heights University. The year is 2055. This was a private upper class. Instantly you could see everyone was wealthy just by the way they dressed. But it wasn’t out of the ordinary, a lot of people with different styles and aesthetics came here. But they all had one thing in common.
They’re all mean, judgmental, and completely uptight
As you walked in you bump into someone. Nuky. Everyone knows Nuky. She glared at you as she cursed.
“Ay!! que carajo?!”
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