When Iris Meets Wolf

Synopsis

The universe-as big and wealthy not to forget versatile as it is can be selfish to some of her inhabitants...

Sometimes I wonder or much rather fear that the universe is concocting a plan to make sure these specific inhabitants suffer till they kiss the dust.

I may not know to what extent the plight that these specific people suffer but! I'm perfectly aware of those around me to which I'm one of them, unfortunately.

Being a teenager and a resident to the town of crossbow has opened my mind and has shown to me that the universe has a feeling.

Which is best called HATE!

For the past seventeen years of my existence into this cruel, unjust and prejudiced world, I have come to know that there are two? Three? No four! Classes of people-economically of course which crossbow town inhabits:

* The CEOs of multi billionaire firms, green paper making politicians, celebrities who despite their age are still in the peak of their career as they go beyond international and thus the evidence being the flashy six zeroed cars in crossbow.
* The lawyers and medical practitioners that are a little bit over the top in their career that they have magnificent houses and classy automobiles that got you estimating their worth.
*Government workers like some local doctors and nurses, cops and the successful self-employed people with the nice homey houses and affordable cars at middle-class citizen price.
* The unfortunate people, the "doomed ones"  or paupers as the first and second class call them. These people live in penury, their tarred roads cracked with potholes and the decrepit buildings and houses to go with and their raggedly looks. These people are lucky to afford three square meals a day, their places like slums, no schooling and an evidence that the leprechaun and his pot of gold a.k.a the government's assistance didn't not step a foot in that area nor are the planning to.

It's like a curse you know?, all the "paupers" were said to be paupers from birth and I am ninety nine percent sure that their predecessors suffered the same fate.
My family and I moved from Oklahoma to North Carolina as they were transferred because of their work as doctors. Unfortunately, it's permanent.

We're not poor or striving but I'm self assured that we fall under the third category.
Having a cozy home fit for a family of seven. We eat three square meals a day, my dad owns a van fit for our family size and even we were lucky to have a garden outback where I grow my flowers and mom gardens veggies and plucks apples with berries.

But the two high class groups don't see it as such, they place us in the category of the paupers and I and my siblings bear it at school. The jeers, snide comments, sneers and pranks tell it all and it increased over the years.

I've been in this world for almost eighteen years and I've lived in this town for sixteen years but the social degrading doesn't reduce one bit and I have long come to the conclusion that I'll leave this hellhole immediately I graduate out of high school.

And now I have one more year to face the jeers and snide comments at school. The classic HBIC and her minions with the same stereotypical looks and attitude and the sneer plastered on her lips anytime she sees me. Or the ever present annoying rest of the student body that find reason to mock and laugh at me with the pranks, pranks and did I forget to mention pranks?!

Or, the usual annoyingly handsome heartthrob of crossbow high who has made it a life mission to make me wish I could just evaporate and condense into my creepy and rickety looking basement and rot there.

My name is Iris Alexandra Coleman and here's my story.