The plain white walls surrounded me as I woke, welcoming me to the place I called home. Everything was white, the furniture, the walls, the clothes. It was what I had grown accustomed to, after living in the middle class my whole life.
I was lucky that I wasn't in the low class, those unfortunate people lived in tiny houses, or on the streets. They wore rags, pieces of cloth strewn together to try and give them some type of coverage. Low class people had little to no food, they couldn't afford it. It was such a sad sight to see them living in such bad conditions. But their actions put them there.
The middle class was much better, you lived in medium sized houses, a minimum of three bedrooms and two bathrooms per house. My people wore white clothing, the clothes were nice. Much better than rags. We were known as the purity in our so called utopia. That's what everyone called it at least. We were well fed, three meals every day. We got good education, unlike the low class.
The high class were rich, wearing expensive black clothes and shoes. Their houses were huge, a minimum of five bedrooms and three bathrooms. They lived in luxury, and they went to high end schools. Schools that some couldn't afford to go to. They were the darkness. They were arrogant and rude. Their noses to far up their own asses to be kind towards others. They practically spit on all below them.
Our world is corrupt, our people being classed by our wealthiness. It was horrible. The high class were treated like royalty. The low class were treated like garbage. I was luckily in the middle. There were at least hundreds of rules set for each class, but one stood out to me.
Rule One: Do not touch or associate with any person outside of your class. Violators will be punished.
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this sucks, but it's merely the beginning. a short, filler chapter. xx
