Chapters 1-9
My mother set up a play date between me and this common boy. He was nothing special, nothing rich, he had coarse hands and thick feet. He was the "hardworking" commoner type. The poor type. Obviously my mother didn't care much for him though because she kept telling me to break his heart over and over. I had no problem with this, partially because I didn't fully understand, but since he was not rich and was not a kid of high stature (like me). He didn't meet my excpectaitions since I am wealthy and special. The boy only knew one game of cards. He was my age and seemed very confused when I told him he had course hands and thick feet; I guess he never thought of himself like that. He soon left and that was that for now. Other than that, the day was somewhat ordinary.
- Estella