Second Class Citizen Novels & Stories

Even Stewart went to the hospital to visit Lily, and who knows what terrible things he had said to her? Thinking about how I couldn't even protect the person I loved the most, my heart hurt even more. Finally, upon the third year at the helm of the family business, both their families collapsed. Not even their acquaintances, who had the closest ties with them, were willing to save them. Instead, they mocked and jeered at them endlessly. In fact, many of these people were the exact bunch of people who mocked me in the past. After both their families went bankrupt, Steward escaped overseas in the night, but I knew that his debtors would never let him go.

“The Madam is pregnant! How could you let her go hungry like that? Even intimacy has to be in moderation!” Seville stood there obediently, not daring to argue. I secretly laughed and tugged at the maid’s sleeve, whining that I was starving and needed food. Only then did she stop lecturing and bring me something to eat. Seville didn’t get any because she said he needed to learn his lesson.

As much as I love it when people are looking at me, I really hate it when they come close. As we walked towards our spot, it seems like there is a boundary between all the students. You can classify them from the way they dress, the things they do, food they eat and etc. If I am going to classify them myself, it will be under 3 classifications - Class A, B, and C. A goes for people like me and those children of powerful and influential persons in the society. That includes me, of course. B goes for average people who are good enough but not that good enough to be considered a Class A, you know? They're... ordinary.

“Natsumi already apologized, but my grandfather's shirt will make up for her. He is so rich that he compares himself to a poor girl who can't afford a branded vest? Your conscience is lower than the chemistry test scores of a 12-F student.” Yes, class F is famous for being the worst class in school, chemistry scores are so low, now there's a guy whose conscience is even lower than chemistry, students in class 12-F can't help but exclaim excitedly. "Go on, sister" "Treat the old man!!!" “My Idol...” Heavily mocked, the fat man growled like an old wolf that had been starved for months: "My shirt can be ignored, but my honor has been ruined by you, how will you pay?"

Laura said as we walked to a location I don't recognize. I suddenly groaned in disbelief. Laura spoke up out of nowhere in the middle of the night. "Nothing," I sighed, "I'm just wondering what our position would be in the Second District, because people like me aren't allowed there." My tone was melancholy. Another point I'd like to bring up with the palace is how the residents in the Second District treat us. Poor people like me are not allowed to enter the district because this is the first gate to the palace. Our lives are so miserable that they think of us as criminals.

Besides, there is no need to apologize for his mother's mistakes. This is just reality showing its ugly face to me. Rich people marry wealthy people. Low-class families settle for people in their class. Wealthy people don't go for low class. They look down on them and make them feel inferior. If Jayden and I are truly married to each other, this is the same problem I would be facing. I am a nobody. My father does not own a company. My mother is not an actress or a supermodel and I am nothing but a college degree holder. I have nothing to add to Jayden's status.

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.

He spoke with a mix of confusion and suspicion on his face. It was evident that he was mocking them, looking down on the Lagorio family. “I think so. Usually, we only hear about the eight first-class families. But the Lagorio family isn’t too shabby either. I think they’re second-class!” Another girl chimed in after thinking about it. “A second-class family? Forget that. People from second-class families have no right to speak to us about the Pavilion of Gods and Kings!” The man from before hardened his expression when he heard this. “Go. All the elders and masters here are busy people. They don’t have time to spare for you second-class families.”

Dimitri tells him. My plaque is much smaller, so Cathal snuggles against me while he opens it, much more carefully than he opened Dimitri’s gift. I look up at Dimitri and wrap my arm around Cathal as he looks at the plaque and reads softly. ‘Not flesh of my flesh, Nor bone of my bone, But nevertheless, still my own. Never forget for a single minute, You weren’t born under my heart, But in it. -Fleur Conkling Heyliger’

He was trying to get a reaction out of me, and I wouldn’t fall for it. “I can see you still stink of arrogance,” I said coolly. “Money can never buy class. Even with all your wealth, your rotten character still makes you look like a pauper. No, wait—a pauper still has better character than you. You think and act like a church rat. You don’t fit in here, where men and women of class stand.” Jason let out a low chuckle. “If I don’t have class, then who in this room does? Maybe being in that mental home tampered with your memory.”