I was a grade 8 student at Clearstar Middle School, where Elites go, where work piles.

 Being all fourteen and spoilt, I was living in the lap of luxury and felt what I never felt like.

Ken, a fourteen year old of my age, was in my cl*censored*, sitting at the bottom right corner from the angle of my desk.My crush. 

It was love. I was too timid for a rich girl to approach a rich boy to say, "Hey, Ken, I love you and let's be a couple :D ". Mushy. So I lost my love.

That day, I jogged home. A wounded Persian greeted me at the door, with pearly white fur and a patch of blood on it's left front paw. Abused.

I picked it up, nursed it for a week, and then set it free. But it came back, purring, and transformed into a fairy. "Hey,I'm Valentine. Want love advice?"

To be continued.