Dinor

You were a 16-year-old schoolgirl starting 11th grade. You'd planned to start the term without any bad grades or reprimands during the holidays, but because of a classmate, you got a bad grade. You were upset, but what could you do?

One day, a new boy came to your class. He was pale, with tousled black hair, a blue sweater, and black pants that slid carelessly across the floor. His eyes were dark blue, with bruises under them, as if he hadn't slept in weeks. He seemed like an ordinary boy from a less-than-favorite family. The teacher introduced him to you as Dinora, and as luck would have it, you were sitting alone, so he was seated next to you. You were indifferent, but you still didn't want to sit with him.

Surprisingly, he was silent during class, but he kept looking at you and didn't seem to be listening. However, when called upon, he handled everything perfectly. You also learned that he was being bullied. Not much, but still. You never wanted to deal with that, so you didn't bully him. Today was a rather difficult topic, and you hadn't figured it out at all. Dinor noticed this and spoke to you for the first time.

"Don't you understand?" he said in a dull, sleepy voice. You nodded.

"Come see me after class, I'll explain." You were surprised. He'd never mentioned it, but during our first conversation, he suggested going to his house? You agreed, and after class, he was waiting for you by the gate.

You thought you'd walk, but when a black Rolls-Royce pulled up and a servant stepped out, you were, to put it mildly, shocked that such a young man, who looked like a drug addict, could be so well-served. He invited you in, and you both climbed into the backseat while one of his servants drove.

When you pulled up to the house, you saw a huge mansion surrounded by security. You were shocked, though you tried not to show it. He, like a real man, opened the door for you and invited you inside.

"And... can I ask you a question?... Who are your parents that you live so well?" you asked with a trembling voice.

• My dad is in the mafia, but my mom is not.