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KAI BRENT
Honestly, I feel like I was born to hate the rich.
People say worship the rich I say eat 'em.
I hated everything about them. The way they walked, talked, even how they spoke most of the time you could just tell.
So hence why I'm surprised that I feel kinda guilty seeing Summer brought close to tears practically running away from my car. Although my anger comes back full force after the brief moment.
I sit in silence dealing with a complicated mix of anger, shame, and regret. feelings that I wish were new to me.
What was I even thinking asking her, I thought being with a nepotism baby and practically celebrity would prove her wrong. Prove everybody wrong.
I should have known somebody like Summer would have unrealistically high standards too. She dated that douche Carter for God's sake.
Was she really that ashamed of me just by the first impression, the disgust on her face was apparent.
It was only for pretend and a good trade if you asked me. She didn't even let me properly explain my reason or situation.
Perhaps she already even knew about who I really was and didn't fuck with me from the start.
I drive across the street which is only 3 minutes away in silence and get a call from my uncle upon parking in our driveway.
"Hey Unc, what's up", I say my voice flat.
"Just calling to let you know that I gotta tournament to host tonight so I won't be home till around 4:00 am", he says the bustling noise being heard in the background.
"Now what about you, what's shakin' bacon", he says his usually jolly voice and laughter echoing across the phone sound waves.
"Nothing just about to head home", I say truthfully.
"Are you good you sound off", he says worriedly.
"Yeah don't worry about it", I say dismissively.
"How can I not worry I'm your guardian things are gonna have to be different now that-
I hang up not in the mood. I'll face the consequences of that later.
I step into the house running my hands through my curly black hair and just stand there dazed.
I've been spacing out lately way too much, I've read it's a sign of some mental illness but I forgot which one
I head upstairs in a slump not bothering to eat anything provided in the fridge or cook up something fresh.
While I head upstairs I get a glimpse of both my mom, dad, sister, and brother in a family photo. All gone. That added even more to the depressing state I was in.
