I could barely sleep. I kept wondering who sent the money and how they knew that I needed it. I shove my phone that kept making a funny sound in my face..
Ever since I left the grand hall of Crestwood. It has been tons of messages and friend request.
Most of the students wanted to know who I really am. Who my parents were? And most importantly why I had been hiding the fact that I was rich.
But the truth was that, I wasn't.
I was just some street rat whose blood was collected to be tested if I was the real deal.
My mind flashed back as I remembered what he said.
Was I the lost long kid after all?
Or did he just took pity on me and sent me the money?
No one sends that amount of money except if only...I couldn't think strait.
I looked at my phone and saw the student forum had
