►► Chapter 1 ◄ ◄
My mom always told me, if you want something, you're going to have to work for it. And it's very ironic here, if you want something, many kids just beg for it until their parents give in. In my country, if you don't work for it, then forget about it. All you see is poverty, sadness, and depression.
It all started in seventh grade, never in my life had I ever been in an envionment where only rich, preppy kids went to school. But trust me, it was an interesting experience. At that school, hispanics where targeted for judgement. Yeah its true we all received scholarships to go to the private school and it's also true that we are middle class, not as rich as some of the students of that school.
We don't have Mercedes or BMWs nor the most recent cars, but we could have careless about getting the most expensive thing available.
All those kids would never learn in their lives what it feels like to earn the most expensive thing they got. And when I say expensive, let me tell you that expensive for us is $20 and up! Our work usually consisted of yard work, house chores, and just about anything. Nothing easy.
Throughout the years of being in that school, the rich kids always bragged about their latest iPhones, the new cars they got, and just brag about anything that they know we don't have.
If we even wore cheap clothes from JCPenny, Aeropostale, American Eagle, or Abercombie, I kid you not, to them we look like we're wild animals from the most remote places in the world. For them, the only thing clothes that were acceptable were Gucci, Coach, Michael Kors, or other expensive designer brands.
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