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Tuesday, 8:02 am

"Hey, Prez! Sanchez!" I called for the class president, Naomi Sanchez immediately after my chauffeur dropped me off at school. "What do you want, Lee?" She responded coldly.

"When are we having the Economics exam?" I questioned, earning an eye roll from her.

"This is insane! I get that your family is one of the richest families in the country and once you graduate, you'll automatically become a boss but isn't it a little bit too much to not know what exams you're going to write? I'm speechless," This is why no one likes her, she always acted like she knows better than everyone. Always lecturing everyone!

"You're a bitch, you know that?" I asked before walking away, without waiting for a reply. "You're the bitch!" I heard her yelling.

Entering the classroom, I spotted my best friend, Sam placing his backpack on the table. It seemed like he also just got to school. "Sam!" I called.

He looked up, at me and waved. I went straight to him and grabbed his arms. "There is a crisis!" I said and dropped my backpack on my table behind his.

"What happened?"

"My dad said he will get me Kawasaki Ninja H2R," I informed him. "Are you for real!!!" Sam asked excitedly.

"Only if I get an A in Economics," I finished.

"That is Crisis. There is no way you'll get an A in Economics. I mean if there is a grade lower than F, that's what you will be given."

"You think I don't know? But dude, We can't say goodbye to Kawasaki Ninja H2R just like that. Your Dad won't get you the bike and my dad is getting it for me on a condition," I let out.

"But getting an A is impossible and the exam is on Thursday,"

"Also bro, If I don't get an A or B, I'm getting shipped to that prison boarding school in England so getting an A is a must,"

"—I have an idea but if it fails, you'll immediately get sent to England," Sam pulled me closer and whispered.

"What is it?" I questioned.