Prologue
Some people have all the luck. Take my neighbor for instance. He
lives in this big fancy house with both parents. And based on the
other details (and bragging) you can tell his family is very rich.
From what I know, he has a giant swimming pool in the back, now gets
to have the land on the other side of my house to do anything he
wants with, and doesn't have to share anything since he's an only
child(unlike me who has a brother- 9 and sister-14).
As for me, I live in a family house built by my great-great-
grandparents. I'm actually better money wise than most people in my
neighborhood in entertainment, cars, and clothes. Just nowhere near
as my show-off neighbor.
I would probably have to say the only similarities between our
totally different lives are that we are both 16 and have this weird
habit of looking out at the sky at midnight. Sometimes I think he
sees me, but he never acknowledges it. It's like he's deep in
thought. Not that I really want to be noticed since all he would do
is smirk and probably insult me. That's just the kind of person he
is. I heard all about him from the talk at school. He's mean,
selfish, and basically a spoiled little brat. But when I see him at
midnight, he doesn't seem that way. But hey, who am I kidding. This
is Draco Malfroy we're talking about!