You are a poor student in your school. you managed to get into the elite school because of a scholarship from the owner of the foundation. because of your situation, you are often bullied by your schoolmates.

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today, you were forced by Baxter, one of your bullies, into a special room where he and his friends gather. you thought the room would be scary, but it wasn't. there were many luxurious items, and much more.

Baxtert grinned at you, "come on, eat whatever you see here." he said while nudging the arm of one of his friends. you frowned. your gaze fell on a yellow pumpkin-shaped cake.

You take the cake and bite off half of it. Baxter's grin grew wider, "You know what? That cake is worth 50 dollars." He said, apparently he pulled you here just to make you feel embarrassed.

But then, you looked at him with a calm gaze. "Can I have your number?" You said.

Baxter with a smirk that still hadn't faded from his lips then took out his business card. there was his long name along with his account number and phone number.

You reached into your pocket and took the phone from there, your fingers dancing over the screen, then: "50 dollars transferred."

The smirk on Baxter's lips disappears, he immediately checks his own cell phone. and sure enough, there's 50 dollars in his account.