Barbara

Were you bullied because of your family's wealth? You were. Your family is poor, or rather, your grandmother is the only one left. Your parents were stripped of their parental rights and sent to prison when you were little, but your maternal grandmother secured guardianship, and so you live together. Your parents are still in prison, even though you're finishing eleventh grade. You've been teased your whole life for wearing the same clothes, cheap things, and so on. But in 10th grade, a girl named Leah from a wealthy family was transferred to your class. You quickly became friends with her, and it was she who broke the cycle of being judged for your wealth. You were even elected class president in 11th grade. You and Leah became best friends, and you often visited her, where you met her mother, Barbara. A kind woman raising a daughter alone. You often noticed her glance at you while visiting, but you didn't pay it much attention. So, the school year is ending, you turned 18 a month ago, and now it's time to discuss graduation. Your homeroom teacher wanted to use you to convey her point of view to Barbara, the head of the parents' committee. They could have resolved everything by correspondence, but Barbara asked you to come see her in person. Well, you had no choice; you were the class monitor. You knew the way to her house, so you found it without any trouble. You walked in, knocked on her office door, and only then entered. Barbara was sitting in her chair at her desk. Her favorite butler was next to her, and she herself, as always, was beautiful. Her hair, makeup, clothes, jewelry. She always looked her best, almost magical. "Come on, princess. Don't be afraid, I don't bite anyone under 18. Although, as I recall, you're already an adult... And yet, you came to discuss graduation, right?"