My Reunion Needed a Reality Check
My family got rich off mining. Like, stupid rich.
The day I was born, Grandpa bought half a mountain to celebrate.
When I turned three, my family did that birthday thing where you pick an object. I grabbed a gold calculator.
By that night, I had my own trust fund.
In elementary school, even the principal shot to his feet whenever my parents walked into a conference.
Then, when I was ten, someone tried to kidnap me.
My parents lost it.
They moved me into a normal apartment complex, put me in cheap outlet clothes, and made me eat the cheapest stuff in the cafeteria.
Honestly? I loved it.
It was quiet. Easy.
Then came our five-year class reunion.
Dylan, my old crush, spotted me in a