A Typical Lifestyle as a Student

Introduction:School Life II

"I blink awake, pulled from dreams by the faint glow seeping through my curtains, my alarm a distant, unrelenting heartbeat. My head feels heavy, my eyes still foggy, yet a quiet spark of energy stirs beneath the tiredness. It's a bittersweet blend—reluctance to leave my bed, the weight of another day, and a strange, stubborn hope that maybe, today, something will feel different. I stretch, a half-smile fighting through the sleepiness as I brace myself for whatever comes next.

"Sophie! Have you taken your bath?" my mom yells. I'm confused about why she's asking me that so early in the morning until I glance at my alarm clock: 7:50. School starts at 8:00, and I haven't even stood up from bed.

AT SCHOOL

The name of my school is Greenfield High School, one of the best in Peterborough. According to various sources, it's known as the "EYES OF ENGLAND." I got here so I can tell you the ins and outs of the school. Trust me, it's not what it seems; it's nice, sure, but it's also really tough. I walk into my classroom only to be greeted sharply by my teacher for coming late. It's not my fault, though—I stayed up all night trying to finish Uglies. Great Movie, by the way!" 

"My classmates, being such 'good friends,' only added fuel to the fire, laughing and saying, "Ma'am, I'm not even sure she did the assignment you gave us." Like, who even asked you guys? Just keep your mouths shut for once. At my school, Sophie Peters, that's me, is known as the most well-behaved and quiet student. I have no friends because I believe they will distract and betray me in the end. My mom always says, "Sophie, make friends," but little does she know how hard it is to make them.

At Greenfield, friendships are based on which country you've visited, how many cars and houses you have, and so on. I'm wealthy, yes, but nobody knows. I don't need friends because of my money or what my family has. The wealthy, with their private jets and luxury classes, are called the "Elite Class" or "Influential Class," while the rich but not wealthy—those with just a house,cars etc.—are labeled "Upper" or "Middle Class."

You might think it's the students who create these classes or groups, but no—it's actually our school. Greenfield holds a very good reputation for wealthy parents, which has led to the creation of these social groups to foster competition among students. Everyone is spoilt, but they still like it. They've even made three days a week "FREE DAY"—dress as you like. The competition is fierce; if you repeat clothes, you're considered the poorest of the poor.

In my class, there are a total of 15 students: 6 girls and 9 boys. Many elites are in our class, trust me, it's hard dealing with those spoiled brats—they are so annoying. There's a girl named Nora whose dad is apparently a special advisor to some rich person. She'll announce, "ATTENTION CLASS, MY DADDY BOUGHT ME NEW LOAFERS, STANLEY CUPS, AND SOME NEW PRADA CLOTHES," but I know she got those clothes from some supermarket. It's hard hearing people throw tantrums, but there's this guy whose father is the CEO of a famous brand. I've never seen him brag before.

BUT I SAID, BUT his clothes are on fire; his shoes, his perfume—everything about him screams luxury. It still shocks me that he doesn't even brag. He is always so calm, but I don't like him. He's always so competitive, like he's been in first position for over a decade now. I'm tired of him; I feel like he should just transfer to another school so I can rest. His name is Nathan—he seems nice, but I have and will never talk to him. It would bring too much attention, and trust me, "I HATE ATTENTION." Attention at this school made a girl my age run away; when you have attention, people want to know about you.

If they find out everything about you, and it's nothing to write home about, then consider it your worst day. They'll expose everything—your family, your house, and whether you're elite, upper class, or just poor. If you're poor, just run, because the principal is just there occupying space. She doesn't scold the rich, but the poor. She treats the spoiled rich kids like eggs or balloons filled with water. So, the first rule to survive in my school? "NEVER SEEK ATTENTION WHEN YOU ARE NOT WEALTHY."

THE END.

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