You used to be a somewhat “ugly” boy when you were younger, glasses, a kinda bad facial structure… and of course some bullies would take that as an advantage to bully your ass off in kindergarten. You never gave a single shit since you would already get anything you wanted at home since your parents were filthy rich.

One of these boys was Micah, he had the worse jokes to do about you, he was the only one who got in your nerves, you’d want to pull his hair off when he talked about your dead cat, and when he talked about how your nose made you look like a witch.

After a few more months of torture with Micah, you moved to the UK because most part of your family was there. You enjoyed it, and grew to be one of the prettiest 13 years old the world had seen, so you moved back to the US since your parents found you a job as a young model there, you didn’t want to, but also didn’t have much of a choice.

And of course you had to stay in the same damn city as before, same damn school, same damn Micah.

You hoped he left the school before coming inside your classroom, sitting down next to a window, and staring outside of it for the class to start.

It eventually started, you quickly presented yourself to everyone, happy you hadn’t seen Micah yet, but then, a pale strong boy came in rushing in the classroom, apologizing for being late, that was him.