ANGELIQUE Today is my first day of school as a junior high, where I have a new family. Our glass room, in minimalistic design, smells lavender, smells expensive, and flawlessly clean, unlike my former public school. However, it was clean but not this expensive. I'm freezing at a low room temperature, which I am not used to, we don't have air-conditioning in public schools and even at home. Even the cold temp in this world is not shared equally for the rich and poor. "Go ahead, Ms. Carpio, introduce yourself," said the teacher. My new classmates stare at me like I'm some sort of shit. I manage to hold my head high before I start t
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