Keila POV

I watched as people would walk by me, as if I didn't exist. Really, I didn't. I knew in everyone's mind, I didn't exist, I knew that to everyone, I was just nothing. I wasn't worth it to anyone, I wasn't rich with things to give to them.

It was time for the last class of the day, so I decided to sit down on the couches with my friends, even though, in this class, I always liked to be alone, it was my time to connect with God anyways.

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Ian POV

I watched as Keila listened intently to our teacher, I saw how uncomfortable she was, sitting there with her friends, but especially how close they were, I knew, and had for a long time, that she wasn't one to be fond of hugs or super touchy people.

I turned my head to our teacher, who had started to talk about wealth, I watched as Keila sighed, her expression dropped, unhappy.

"We are some of the riches people compared to the world, of course, you'll always find someone who is richer than you, like Bill Gates." Our teacher said.

I went back to looking at Keila, whose eyes had started to gaze at the floor, no smile on her face, nothing like that, and I wondered why. I decided I'd have to ask her later, just not now, not for a while.

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Ian POV

The bell rang and we left the class, I saw Keila, her head hanging low. I sighed and caught up with her, putting a hand on her shoulder.

She jerked away, probably by surprise. "Why were you looking so glum?" I asked.

"Oh, no reason," she said as she put her her hand down, away from her chest, as if she was really surprised before.

"Now, don't you lie to me," I said as we went to our lockers.

"Can I just tell you later then?" She told me.

"Fine, but it's a must," I said walking to my locker, I turned back to watch her at her locker, her eyes still droopy, not happy or lively like what I was used to.

I got all my stuff and met her at her locker, she started to walk out the door, I following, I had expected her to be open about it and just talk, but clearly, this was a more serious matter. She went outside into the snow and I watched as she headed to the park. I stopped her by the basketball court and waited for her to respond.

"You have to tell me Keila, I don't like seeing my friends upset." I said as I stood still.

"Look, I've just never been rich okay? I hate it when people think I'm super rich, because I'm not." She sighed and brushed her hair away. "It just make me feel poor, probably because I am, but it just makes me feel lesser than everyone."

"Keila, you are no lesser than any of us, you are equal okay?" I said as I put a hand on her shoulder.

She laughed nervously. "If only that was true." She sighed and looked into my eyes, and I saw all the sorrow she stored up inside.

"If you ever need anything-" Before I could finish, she cut me off.

"I won't need anything Ian, I'll be..." I watched as she sighed. "I'll be perfectly fine."

"You're sure?" I took my hand away from her shoulder.

"I'm sure, but I'll make sure to ask when I actually need it, not often." She replied as she turned to walk away.

I followed her and decided I might as well, so we changed the subject, but I couldn't help but wonder, what else could she be hurt about?