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A world of class. A world where business surpasses feelings, emotions, love. They're all about wealth. That's all they need. They don't want anything else but money and recognition from all those other businessmen.
First class type of life. All you have are maids to serve you, rules to follow, freedom stored away in a vault; locked and kept away from you.
"For your own good."
Those corrupted minds of businessmen, not taking into consideration that not everyone would agree to their ideals. The next generation that receives their ideals, suffers and passes them down on to the next. It's a cycle.
They rule the world once they're rich, disrespect those who are poor, those in need. They look down on people who cannot reach them, forgetting their own past.
Families formed by arrange marriages, forced upon them by their parents. Business. More important than life, or should I say business is their life.
Those who cry out for help, their children who wants to run freely around the world. Expanding their field of experiences, socializing with everyone, getting to understand each class that is present in the modern world. But no.
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School, I'm surprised they sent me to a school like this. Apparently they grew up in this school too, so this is the only middle class "place" I could come to.
In a family that's only focused on wealth, business, and projects, everyone thinks that living a luxurious life is always so pleasing. My house? Oh that place is suffocating me.
Just because I get an allowance of ten times more than my classmates receive doesn't mean I love it. Having to be driven home by a personal driver; that's shit.
Think of it this way, I was born a princess and everyone else are commoners. I've been driven home by my driver, with just us, since daycare. How old am I now? 17.
"(Y/n)-chan, let's eat." My best friend Hina calls me out, standing right beside my seat with food in her hands. "It's time for lunch." I bring my eyes to the clock and she's right, it is lunchtime.
