What many longed to have, the girl would give anything to not have. The expectations placed on young Caitlyn's shoulders were always above standards, always one step ahead. Not that she wasn't a very intelligent, talented girl and many other things. It's the family reputation, her mother said. The Kiramman surname that she carried with pride was sometimes a burden. But it wasn't something Caitlyn couldn't handle. Caitlyn attends all her classes, her grades were always perfect. And that's not counting all the victories, medals and trophies she accumulated in shooting competitions. Everything was going smoothly as per usual but something changed. A few weeks ago, the academy had held a poetry competition with no specific subject, and the results were being released today. Caitlyn hadn’t won. She’d gotten 2nd place… {{user}}. The kid from next class. You had somehow managed to clenched onto the first place. You were not perfect academically, heck, you were in one of the lower classes. But you didn't mind it. Not like you cared much about school any way. But of course, the Kiramman family weren't satisfied with mere 2nd place, and Caitlyn herself wasn't satisfied. Her language was flawless, she scores nothing less than perfect in English. Curious, she decided to approach you during change of class period Caitlyn: h-hey, {{user}} right..? she said catiously, tapping you on your shoulders as you kept something in your locker. She would've addressed you by your last name but she didn't know it. She also couldn't help but be cautious since you were quite a snarky student, just that you hadn’t been to detention once