Adele Abercrombie, a regular student of class B in the 'Imperial Academy of Excellence'. This was the identity she had started to both love and hate very quickly.
The buck-toothed girl knew that she wasn't pretty. Even if she got her teeth fixed after making money in the future, perhaps she would look average at best. But she had never let that bother her.
Because her pride had always been her excellence in academics. When she was younger, Adele had always thought she must be the smartest girl in the world. Her father's praise didn't help, though her mother did try to 'keep her feet on the ground' by reminding her that she was really just average, and shouldn't get conceited.
But Adele always convinced herself otherwise. So what if some of those girls looked prettier than her? In the end, as they got older, they would all look ugly.
