In this world, people aren't just rich they are mega rich and Malkia, a girl from a poor background gets to see just how distorted and unfair life can be when you don't have the money nor the power to have a say. But she decides to have a say and st...
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Malkia didn't want to think about Luke Clearwater, she didn't want to think about how his eyes were such a clear blue they seemed like they were a shade of white. It was like they were shining.
She had even gone further in her deluded thinking and remembered that she only ever saw him walk with his friends but she had never seen him laugh at her as she was being harassed by the other students. So this made her think that he wasn't as bad as the others, he had given her a handkerchief to wipe her tears with, that was something she was sure Ryuu would never be caught doing.
Oh sweetie, don't you know it's the quiet ones that you need to be wary of?
Malkia made her way to class, that kind act from Luke Clearwater had obviously gone to her head. But it didn't matter to her, for the first time since she got here she felt seen. And that was more than enough to keep her going.
She remembered that it was insane to let these people scare her from learning when the whole point of being here was so that she could learn all the things she couldn't learn at her old school.
She showed up in class for second period, her eyes were slightly puffy because it had taken her a while to stop crying, what with dreading coming to school all weekend and not being able to properly complain about it at home.
Everyone stopped talking the moment they noticed her, she didn't care she simply made her way to her desk. But it wasn't there.
Unlike at her normal school were there were empty desks and desks were not specifically retained one specific student, here your desk was your seat, without it you couldn't sit and if you couldn't sit - well she didn't know what that meant.
She looked around her classroom just to be sure that they knew where her desk was, they did. You could tell by all their faces that they had been waiting to see her reaction to their latest scheme.
"Where's my desk?" she asked no one in particular.
"At your old school perhaps," someone said, she turned around to identify the girl. She was pale, the kind of pale people bought in stores and she had very green eyes and long black hair and a hairband right behind her bangs. She looked pretty but she was too pretty, like a doll.
Her name was Carissa, she was a Billionaire heiress, she was nothing special when you were surrounded by Trillionairs or a Quadrillionairs but she sure tried to up sell herself and her family. We all know that she was a third generation, that's right no one knew her great-great grandmother and that honestly meant that she might as well be a millionaire heiress.
Malkia shot her a dirty look and then decided not to give them a show. She went around other classrooms to look for her desk but she decided to give up by the third classroom because she realized that she was only making more and more people aware that she had lost her desk and those people only wanted to make her life harder.
She skipped class, not bothering to hide herself - what could the teachers really say to her if they saw how she was harassed and they didn't helped.
She considered going back to the empty classroom for self-reading but thought against it, she wasn't sure her heart could survive another encounter with Luke Clearwater.
