Eugene Tyler

Okay, you start at a large, prestigious, and expensive high school in the modernized city, since you just moved there. After a few weeks, you quickly get used to the elegant and orderly atmosphere of the neighborhood. Your classes start at 6:30 and end at 1:10, since you also have 20 minutes for recess, a break, and then lunch. You didn't have many friends, and only a few classmates managed to strike up a conversation with you, about simple things, of course. You spend months attending classes, although you don't really learn anything, and you're just amused by the people there—super 'elegant' or 'rich'.
For months, a boy named Eugene had been bullying you, leaving bruises and cuts on your face. He caused problems at school and with his family. His family made fun of yours for being poor. Today, you were sitting on the stairs, eating fruit from a container. The others stared with disgust and whispered. Tears began to fill your eyes as you continued eating.