Second Class Citizen Novels & Stories

“Here’s what we’re going to do. I’ll take your wife here, down the road to go and withdraw some money with your card. There’s an ATM there. You’ll sit obediently in the car with the rest of my gang, otherwise, at the slightest funny movement, they’ll blow your head off, and I’ll do the same with your wife if she tries anything funny.” “Please. She’s due at any time now, and doctors said she should not be stressed. Let her wait with the others in the car, and I’ll follow you to withdraw all the money from my account. Please, I’m begging you.” Craig pleaded, hating himself for even being in this situation in the first place, although there was no way he could have known this would happen.

Selena had this weight on her but yet it was extremely difficult to find a decent job, it would be disappointing if she has to go back to her home in Italy with nothing, not even a husband. She heaved a sigh as she opens the door to her empty house, she couldn't afford any furniture yet just a small mattress to lay on at night and a gas cooker to make her small meals. She flings her high heels which she had tried so much to keep up with during the day, she had waited for this moment as soon as she stepped out of the house earlier that morning. She undresses and runs into the shower as if her life depended on it at that moment, she had walked the walk of a lifetime in those shaky heels.

She said in an exaggerating manner that made Sia giggle. “ First, I will tell you about social classes. We are divided into classes. I belonged to the lowest class. We have to do whatever work is assigned to us. A level above me is Jay Sir; he has the specialized skill to deal with trade. You are a level above him. Above, you are the people who have attained immortality. Everyone always tries to go to the level above them.” I nodded my head in understanding and asked,“ What about Yorick?”

I smiled at their compliments, they were just as I remembered them. Class Eight was full of misfits and illegitimate children, though most of them were from rich families. From Class One to Four were the intelligent Students, Class Five and Six were the students who had come in through special admission like sports, while class Seven and Eight were for the dumb, unintelligent and crazy students, with Class Eight being the worst.

The little girl giggled and said, “This isn’t a sewer but an underground city. Low-class citizens like us can only live underground!” Low-class citizens? Underground city? Seeing Philip's stunned expression, the little girl skipped up to Philip. “What’s wrong? You’re not going to tell me that you're not a low-class citizen, are you? “But if you’re not a low-class citizen, why did you damage the mecha of the captain of the mecha patrol team?” The little girl said with a smile on her face. As far as she knew, the people living above the underground city were middle-class and high-class citizens, but they were also the enemies of the so-called low-class citizens.

I stood frozen beneath the shade of a jacaranda tree, its fallen blossoms a soft purple halo around the heels of my muddy shoes. My heart pounded in my chest, but it sounded like an echo in an empty room. Distant and unfamiliar. I had almost been sold. Not literally, of course. But the way Reagan spoke earlier... the way his grandfather looked at me like I was a last-minute solution on an auction block... I knew exactly where I stood. To them, I was nothing but a backup plan. A shadow of Tiara.

chief said, “I don't know what to say again, all I know Is that my son can't marry that girl, she Is from the low class, and I don't want to have anything to do with those low-class people,” she said, “What happened to the low-class people?“the chief asked, “are they not human beings, Is It a sin to be born Into a low-class family?“ he asked, “are you not from the lowest class family, am I not born Into the family that couldn't afford three square meals, or that family that couldn't afford to send their children Into the school?“ the chief asked, please, let's find another solution to this problem of pregnancy but don't come up the solution of abortion, am not going to accept that,” the chie

The people sitting in this restaurant were people from the highest Elite class in the society. Country A is a country divided by different classes. The elite, the middle class and then the poor. Each of these classes is also subdivided. In the Elite class they have the rich, the wealthy and then the top elite class which consist of the country's number one citizens that are powerful and multi-wealthy. These ones are not quickly recognized. People know they exist, they don’t purchase luxury goods like the wealthy, whatever you see them put on are never worn by anyone else.

“You bitch! I don’t want to hire a cheap nanny because I know low-class people like you tend to seduce their bosses to get on top! You are all alike!” My expression darkened. “Low-class people? Your Mayor husband will be nothing without low-class people, ma’am. You should know that very well.” She cocked at eyebrow. “And you’re trying to guilt-trip me? We paid you, low-class people. You should be grateful that we’re giving you donations. Just kneel and kiss our feet like how you used to whenever you receive blessings from the upper-class like us.” The other woman laughed. “So shameless! You don’t even pay high taxes like we do.”

“I’m here to decide what I can live with.” Lady Serephine’s hand slid from her belly to the edge of her gown, fingers smoothing fabric as if Elowen’s words were merely noise. “Decide,” she echoed softly. “But remember, Lady Elowen. Second wives don’t get to rewrite the story. They only get to accept the ending.”