1 Foreword

I hurried through the tumult at the entrance of the university, to see those popular idiots -or rather the so-called "Millennium Children" -it was nothing my intention, I hated them with all my might. Right, I'll still have to talk about all of them. Demian, was one of the 3 boys of the millennium, he wore before everyone his brand clothes that looked more like that of a businessman because even at school he liked to wear those suits of various colors and models, his light brown hair was well combed back , always leaning back in his totally black Lamborghini and a sly and haughty smile always played on his lips. He was in his penultimate year of Business Studies. Several girls were always around him and dictated to themselves "Angels of Demian" because only they would be worthy of being with him, excessively ridiculous, but you never see him with any girl in general. Next to Demian we have Sam, black hair and the body of a Greek god as some say, tattoos on his neck, back and other places, you could see it because he liked to show off his body in basketball competitions, if the typical captain of the team with bad boy demeanor. He flirted with the girls that Demian had around him, every week he looked like a new girl, yes, apart from "badboy" he was a whole "fuckboy". He is, as it were, the most rebellious of all three. The middle age between, Frederick and Demian. On the other hand we have Frederick, who was about 2 degrees less than Demian in the same race. His bearing and body worthy of a Greek god, blond hair and blue eyes, looked rather bored leaning on his motorcycle, which looked like racing, colors between red white and yellow. He just sat there staring at his phone with nothing really interesting to do. They were the "Millennium Kids", rich kids with nothing better to do in their lives, with a lot of money to do whatever they wanted, with a life that was too "perfect". And I hated them, I hated them for that, I hated them with my strength even without knowing that they suffered the same as me.