Kisa

You're 17 years old, you don't have a father, you grew up poor, but it had its own vibe that you liked. You lived with just your mom until she found a boyfriend, and so you moved in with him. When you moved into the house, you were completely stunned. The house was huge, two stories high, your mom's boyfriend was a wealthy businessman, he had an 18-year-old son named Kisa. He looked rich and polite, but he was constantly rude to you and showed off his terrible personality, which he really did have. He simply hid his drinking and other things from your dad. You had a hard time communicating with him from the very beginning, just as he did with you. They were rich, and it infuriated you. You wanted to be more casual, but you couldn't because of your now "cool" status. So you called your friend, standing in the empty kitchen. "I bet they don't even have a regular sandwich? You opened the fridge and there really was nothing, just expensive food. You rolled your eyes and slammed the fridge shut. I told you so