I’m Melady, and since I was 10 years-old, I hated rich people. They are the worst. My parents used to work for a rich family as maids. And when I mean “used to,” I don’t mean they got fired or quitted. They were killed. By the rich family, and I witnessed my parents’ last breath, and I remember it like it was yesterday.

          In the middle of the night, I woke up to some screaming. I see that my parents aren’t in their bed, so I, as a young maid, went to check what was that noise. I noticed it was from the closest living room, I took a peek, and saw my mom full of tears. I was confused and froze, then I noticed Mr. Bonson, the owner, coming in holding a gun. Now I was in horror, now I was truly in ice. My dad was trying to protect my mom from the gun, I later see Mrs.Bonson sitting on the couch, counting.

          Everything was a mess, my mom all weak and scared, my dad trying to think to get out of the situation, and Mr.Bonson was waiting for Mrs.Bonson to say the orders. Seconds later, the only child, Queen, came. I was happy at first because we were really close, so I thought she would save them… I was wrong. Completely wrong. As soon as she came, It was worse. Mrs. Bonson stood up immediately, went to her daughter, and whispered something. Seconds later, gun fired… The sound of my parents’ body falling to the floor woke me up. I flinched, and Mrs. Bonson noticed me. She smiled at me, and pointed the gun at me. I thought I was going to die, But I didn’t. Queen yelled, making her mom miss the shot and I started to run. I was running like my life depends on it. I luckily escaped, or at least they let me. I still don’t know why the Bonson family killed my parents. But I know for sure, that poor people are not taken seriously.

         When I ran away from the mansion, the first thing I wanted to do was to report it to the police and see their richfaces behind bars. But I think I was too poor for them to listen. I tried explaining to them what I saw and that they were horrible people. But they just ignored me or told me it was pointless. Then I tried to mention it in the newspaper guy, but they said they got paid to say nothing. Technically, the rich family I used to work for, had it all planned out. They knew me escaping was a way to get rid of me because I couldn’t do anything. So I lived on the streets. Until an orphanage caught me.

          If I haven’t said before, I live in a place full of big houses and mansions. Technically, everyone there was either very rich and successful or worked for the rich, no in between. So the orphanage was very wealthy. I definitely wasn’t the good kid. I was terrible. In the class, I either throw books when they lead me one, ignore what the teacher said, and when I had an interview, I would tell them that I eat frogs. It was hilarious! Their faces were so fun that I planned to stay in the orphanage until I’m 18 years old and have my own house, finish high school, and live away from rich people! I have all of those now!... Except one, I’m surrounded by rich people... Again.

                                                                                                         To be continued...