Chapter 2: Richest Boy in School
995 Words
Sarah’s POV
The money was still inside my bag.
I checked three times before going to bed.
Then I checked again when I woke up.
I was scared it would disappear like a dream.
Mum walked into my room while I was getting dressed.
“You are smiling.”
I looked at her.
“Am I?”
“You haven’t smiled this much in weeks.”
I laughed softly.
“I guess I’m just happy.”
She sat beside me on the bed.
“You earned that job yourself.”
“I haven’t even started.”
“You still earned it.”
I looked down at the envelope lying beside my school books.
“I don’t want to mess it up.”
“You won’t.”
“What if I drop something?”
“What if I say the wrong thing?”
“What if they think I don’t belong there?”
Mum gently held my hands.
“Sarah.”
I looked at her.
“You spend too much time worrying about things that haven’t happened.”
“I know.”
“You are smart.”
“You are kind.”
“You work harder than most people I know.”
“If someone cannot see that, then that is their loss.”
I smiled.
“I wish I believed that.”
“You will.”
She kissed my forehead before leaving the room.
I grabbed my bag and headed for school.
The closer I got, the louder everything became.
Students filled the front gate.
Some were taking pictures.
Others laughed so loudly that people turned to look at them.
I slipped past everyone quietly.
That was easier.
Nobody noticed when I stayed in the background.
“Sarah!”
Emily hurried toward me.
“There you are.”
“I’ve only been here for a minute.”
“I’ve been looking everywhere.”
She looked at me with a huge grin.
“Guess what.”
“What?”
“I found out more about the gala.”
“You did?”
She nodded excitedly.
“My cousin works at the hotel.”
“The one where it’s happening?”
“Yes.”
“What did she say?”
Emily lowered her voice.
“They’re expecting politicians.”
“Business owners.”
“Actors.”
“Even the Harrison family.”
I frowned.
“The Harrisons?”
“You seriously don’t know them?”
I shook my head.
Emily looked shocked.
“Sarah, everybody knows the Harrisons.”
“They’re one of the richest families in Kensington.”
“I don’t really pay attention to rich people.”
She laughed.
“You should.”
“Their son goes here.”
I blinked.
“He does?”
“You’ve never seen him?”
I tried to think.
“I don’t know.”
“What does he look like?”
Emily stared at me.
“You are unbelievable.”
“I mean it.”
“I don’t know him.”
She grabbed my wrist.
“Come.”
“Where are we going?”
“You need to see this.”
Before I could ask another question, she pulled me through the hallway.
Students were standing in groups near the school entrance.
Some girls were fixing their hair.
Others whispered to each other while trying not to laugh.
“What is going on?” I asked.
Emily smiled.
“Just wait.”
A black car slowly stopped outside the gate.
The driver stepped out first.
Then someone opened the back door.
A tall boy climbed out.
He wore the same school uniform as everyone else.
Still, somehow, he looked different.
Students immediately started waving.
“Morning, Kelvin!”
“Hey!”
“Good luck at the match!”
Girls smiled at him as he walked by.
He smiled politely and kept walking.
He never stopped.
He never looked around.
He simply walked straight into the school building.
Emily nudged me.
“That’s Kelvin Harrison.”
I watched him disappear into the crowd.
“Oh.”
“That’s all you have to say?”
“What else am I supposed to say?”
“I don’t know.”
“Every girl in this school likes him.”
“I don’t even know him.”
Emily laughed.
“I forgot who I was talking to.”
The first bell rang.
We hurried to class.
Even after everyone settled down, people were still talking about Kelvin.
“He got the highest score again.”
“My brother said he’s amazing at football.”
“My mum says his family owns half of Kensington.”
“I heard they’re hosting the biggest charity gala this year.”
I quietly opened my notebook.
None of those conversations had anything to do with me.
By lunchtime, I had almost forgotten about him.
Almost.
“Sarah.”
I looked up.
Our English teacher smiled at me.
“Could you help me carry these books to the library?”
“Of course.”
I picked up the heavy pile.
“They’re heavier than they look,” I joked.
She laughed.
“I know.”
We walked down the hallway together.
“You’ve been doing well in class.”
“Thank you.”
“I also heard you were chosen to work at the charity gala.”
I nodded.
“I’m a little nervous.”
“That’s normal.”
“You’ll do fine.”
“I hope so.”
She smiled.
“I’ve never known you to disappoint anyone.”
Her words stayed with me even after we reached the library.
Nobody had ever said something like that to me before.
Maybe…
Maybe I wasn’t invisible after all.
Or maybe only a few people bothered to look closely enough to see me.
As I walked back toward my classroom, I had no idea that before this week ended, the boy
everyone admired would know my name too.
And neither of us would ever forget the way we met.
- Writer
