Ayla's POV
Hi, I'm Ayla Lightman. I go to a pretty good school... its called Alexander High School. Thus, my story.
I woke up to the sound of my alarm telling me it was time to wake up. I got out of bed and quickly took a shower and opened my closet to pick my clothes. I grabbed my school uniform: A white shirt that goes inside a light blue colored vest and dark blue colored skirt, which only reached to my knees, I wore my favorite pair of black shoes and walked out of my room to the dining room.
My mother greeted me with a "good morning", and I said it back. I sat down at the table to find my father reading a newspaper, squinting my eyes I was able to read today's hotline:
"SON OF MILLIONAIRE SAID TO SCHOOL AT CRIMSON HIGH SCHOOL"
I flicked my tongue with digust. Rich people, always act so big and mighty just because they have more of what is needed in life. And whats more is that their snobby rich children act like they own everything and never think of us "normal people" because their snobby rich parents say that they can buy anything.
Taking a bite of my breakfast, I read "Handsome, rich, 16 year old son of millionaire Mike Anderson, Lucas Anderson is said to school at the prestigous Crimson High School. The handsome 16 year old was asked on why he would want to school at the most prestigous High School, said, "Doesnt matter which school I go to, I want a good education for a good future." I snorted, what a lie. I finished my breakfast, carried it to the sink, kissed my parents good bye and walked out of the house to my school, Alexander High School, which was just across Crimson High.
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The Rich Kid And Me
Teen FictionAyla Lightman hates the rich. They only think of themselves, never the less fortunate. And when she reads about one going to the school just across her school, she knows what to do: Stay away from him. But thanks to an adorable black cat, she so hap...
