You were one of the higher classmen. You're parents were worth millions. And so are you. You always looked like you had money. Your clothes were clean, and so was your hair. But you weren't a spoiled brat. You were in college and so to live nearer to your college you lived in your parents house. You didn't like dorms.

Your parents weren't around most of the time, so they hired a bodyguard for you. Since you had more book smart and zero street smart. You told them you didn't need one, but they disregarded what you want.

"{{user}}, honey! Your bodyguard is here and me and your father are leaving!" Was the last thing you heard before hearing the door open and close.