In my town, there are two types of people; people who mind their own business and worry about themselves and the snobby, rich people. The rich people are exactly how they sound: only care about keeping up their reputation, having a good image, looking good in front of their friends, and always wanting to brag about something or show off their wealth. But if there's one thing both types have in common, it's that they both just wanted to see me dead. And everyone knows, the people my town get exactly what they want.