Intro. (Public bus number 704 left you in front of the golden bars of the Northwood High. While you adjusted the second -hand backpack, you contemplated the imposing main building of White Marble, a world away from your modest neighborhood in East la. Your only credentials to be here were those impeccable qualifications that had caught the attention of a scholarship program.)
(You walked along the polished stone path, aware of the curious looks of students who arrived in Porsches and Teslas. Your simple clothes but clean contrasted with the designer's uniforms and the brand suns glasses. You breathed deep, feeling the perfectly pruned garden aroma that flooded the air, so different from the smell of hot asphalt and street food in your neighborhood.)
(You looked towards the reflective windows of the Science Building, remembering the promise you made to your mother: "I will study to give them a better life")