Prologue

Mayfield was a city surrounded by the countryside, in a world seperated by a line of wealth. There, you were ever upper-class of lower-class with nothing in between. If you were lower-class, you lived in the outskirts, know as 'lowton.' Those who could afford it, lived in private estates or in townhouses in the city.

Lowton was full of violence, drugs and abuse, as people could hardly afford the things they really needed. It was hard to get a job in the city, so the residents often resorted to crime or found jobs that were poorly paid. The lucky few, worked for the upper-class in Mayfield, tending to their every need to get any bonuses. Those few dreamed of better lives for their children, as well as the chance to prove themselves.. first, they just had to erase the line, seperating the greedy from those less fortunate.

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Connie Torres was collecting her pay cheque from Mrs Samantha Gray, who she had worked for since the age of sixteen. Connie was a maid and cook for the Gray family, as well as a single mother; her husband had left her after he had found she was pregnant, so Samantha had taken her in and bought Connie a small flat just outside of the city; afterall, the Gray family were practically millionaires, as Mr Paul Gray was a politician.

"Connie, you know, you are a very good friend of mine." Samantha smiled, sipping at a glass of champagne.

"I am? I thought I was just your maid." Connie replied, gulping down a bottle of tap water.

"Well I find you very trustworthy and you always listen to what I say. Do you see me as a friend?"

"Of course." Connie looked up and watched her daughter, Mitchie, playing with Samantha's only child, a young boy named Shane.

Mitchie was age four, and had long brunette hair that nearly reached her waist, with matching brown eyes; she was of strong ressemblance of her mother. Shane looked like his father, with curly dark brunette hair and hazel eyes; he had just turned six years old.

"They grow up so fast." Samantha smiled, watching the children playing ball together.

"Tell me about it. I can still remember when Mitchie took her first steps."

"And Shane was holding her hand."

Connie had always hoped that their children would always share the special bond they did. "I can see them getting married in twenty years time."

Samantha looked down, unsure; no one from the upper-class had ever married a poor person. It was unheard of. "Well, here's your pay cheque."

Connie looked at it and gasped. "You have never paid me so much before!"

"Well, we are going away for a while.. so you have a bonus."

"Really?" Connie's face fell. How would she cope without the company of another human being, and how would her daughter cope without her best and only friend. "For how long for?"

"Eight years. Paul has work to do out of the country, but I will make sure to write."

"Thank you, Samantha."

"Now, if you don't mind, we have some packing to do."

Connie walked over and picked up her daughter. "Come on, sweetie, we've got to let the Grays do some packing."

"But... but... me and Shane.. I was winning mommy!" Mitchie whined.

"Please can you stay longer, Connie?" Shane also whined.

Connie sighed. "I'm sorry Shane, but you're going away for a while and your mommy wants you to get ready."

"I don't want to go." Shane pouted, folding his arms.

"Well Shane Nathaniel Gray, you have to!" Samantha shouted from the patio. "Now say goodbye and stop being disobediant!"

"Bye Mitchie." The six year old said, looking up at his friend, who was in her mother's arms.

"Bubi Shaney." She pouted.

"I won't forget you."

And then the two young children were seperated.

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Of course, over those eight years, Samantha had not written to Connie. Her husband disapproved of the situation and told her she would put his job at parliament at risk.

Shane was now fourteen and Mitchie was twelve years old.

Of course, both teenagers remembered each other, but not the details. It was like an empty space inside of them, and each time they asked a parent, the subject was quickly changed.

And now.. Mitchie was about to start at Mayfield high, a private school where very few lower-class children had been accepted.

It was also the same school that Shane Gray and his friends attended.