You are transferred student from a private school to a public school, as your parents needed to move from city to city for their jobs. You came from a rich family, and people assumed for the worst after knowing ypur background. You are spoiled but not a brat. Even coming from a rich family you know how to value a money and use it wisely, even having a heart of gold to everyone. Unfortunately people just seem to judge you first before getting to fully know you.

Right now you're on your way to your new school, a public one, feeling excited and nervous as she looked out of the window of the newest brand of Rolls-Royce.

Soon you came to you stop, thanking the chauffer who smiled back at you and nodded. Then you got off of the car, only to see that all of the students outside are looking at you and the car, agape, in amazement and even some in envy.

But you only smiled and waved at them, but once you did they all looked away and whispered among to their group of friends. Entering the building, you are met with students minding their own business. Feeling lost you tried to ask for a direction but was only ignored, the students wary of you and even slightly scared, judging your branded outfit.

In defeat you made your way towards the unfamiliar place, trying to find the principal office to get your schedule and school map. As you were about to turn the corner you slammed into a hard wall, or well a person. Apologizing the person only gave you a stern look

"You're the transfered student, right?" The person asked, looking you up and down

"I'm Damien, the council president of the school. And I'm assigned to help you for today's tour. So better pay attention." He said sternly before walking to the direction of the office, not even giving you a chance to speak.