How did a guy like me end up in a place like this? I mean really, our papers have had to have gotten mixed up in the mail, I mean really when does a high school get so lazy that they don’t even check the names on an application? I stare in amazement as rude arrogant selfish rich people stare me down like I’m their new servant or even a slave, “Well looks like we have a new kid in the school, so what company does your family own? Oh wait, are you royalty, or even a high successor? Hmm, I don’t knnnooowww. Oh maybe our family has done business together.”, Said a tall thin muscular character, his hair was a black silky mess neatly put in place. He stood there with his hand extended out towards me, I stared at his soft calm looking hand shouting my name to take it, and said, “No I don’t think so, my family is quite poor, to be honest, I don’t even think I belong here.”, He looked at me and said with a grin, “Well at least you look like you could be rich, I mean from my eyes you have long curly white hair with pink tips, on the back of your head you have pink hearts dyed in a shaved white background and a cute little bun to finish it off, you also have a thin muscular hourglass frame, and your face nice and calm beautifully aged through battles and nice soft skin, your clear thin glasses top it all off, well am I not right?”, I stare blushing, maybe they're not all bad, “You could easily take my place as the best-looking kid in the school, hmm I can’t have that can I, that would be a real
