Needinput Stories

Where I live there are strict rules. You are born to a class and you can not move from it. I was born an outcast. I will die an outcast. We struggle to survive day after day, while the people in the city have everything they need to live. I sometimes daydream about what it would be like to live in the city. Not like that's ever going to happen, but who knows? A guy can dream right?