Prologue

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The rich kids... That's the only way people refer to us as. I hated it when they're only nice to us because we had money... I hated it. All of the girls I've ever been with, either liked me for my looks or my money... Not my personality, how I felt for them... Just cash. Until one day I got sick of it. I decided I'd be a basterd... I'd use them like how they used me... But... I just couldn't find myself doing that, so I told my parents... No... I demanded that my brother and I get transferred to another school... In another frickin country. I know it won't change much, cause anywhere you go... There's always someone like that, but at least I'll get a fresh start and be fully prepared this time. I... I won't get my heart broken by a frickin gold digger... Ever again. Here I come... New beginning...

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