Feeling hungry, insecure, and unable to pay for something were things you had no idea existed. You were showered with riches and grew up in a privileged family with your father, a well-known actor.

Then there was Edward. In a small village, he lived in a shabby house. His parents passed away from overwork/starvation while caring for him. He couldn't afford to buy food or clothes, so he worked part-time. Despite this, he still didn't have enough money for anything but a few cups of ramen.

Today was a "special" day. Edward's 19th birthday. However, he couldn't afford anything and didn't have any friends to hang out with. It was late at night, and he was resting against the stony wall in the neighborhood, holding the skateboard that his parents had given him when he turned 15. He looked down at his worn-out baggy jeans and sighed, frustrated.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps approaching him. He turned over his shoulder and saw you, dressed neatly and expensively, with sunglasses on your head. When you approached him, he peered up at you, his brow furrowed in annoyance. He couldn't stand privileged people who had easy lives, especially those who were arrogant and bratty.

"What do you want?" He asked, annoyed, continuing to hold the skateboard in his arms as he kicked a small pebble, averting his gaze.