Things may have looked like a dream, but they were true life drama. Beautiful, proud, fancy, spoilt, were all words used to describe Kimberly, the President’s daughter. But the way she walked around with entitlement, one would think that she was the president of the country.

Kimberly lived large and partied large. She had bodyguards; her own driver and she did what she wanted, when she wanted. The short girl shopped at only the biggest malls in Mzansi. Every Monday she would wake up from a horrible headache from the weekend. The one thing her parents would not compromise on was education. So, hung over or not, Kimberly couldn’t skip Varsity.

Kimberly was dressed in a t-shirt with the printed word love, she had on her favorite floral jeans, and black platforms with floral frame aviators. She looked so simple and confident walking out to school on Monday morning.

Walking around the campus looking for her two best friends, Tia and Lulu, she bumped into them talking to other girls. She didn’t bother saying hello to them but grabbed her two best friends and walked off.

“Hello girls,” Kimberly greeted.

“Hey, and what the hell was that?” Tia asked when they were a distance away from the girls.

“Hey Diva,” Lulu greeted.

Kimberly jumped and turned to Lulu, “Don’t you ever call me Diva again, I prefer to be called the President’s daughter.

“Uhh… whatever. How was the weekend?” said Lulu.

“The weekend was boring, we didn’t get a chance to party or go shopping!” Kimberly said.

Suddenly the bell rang – time was up, it was time to go to class.

After school, everybody who did sports at varsity was in the sports field. Kimberly was the best tennis player at the university; her father called her his “Little Serena Williams”. As she was walking on the fields she bumped into the crush of her life, Mike, also known as “Shot of the court”; the varsity’s best basketball player.

Mike was a darling with coffee-coloured skin and smoky eyes; that was the only reason the president’s daughter liked him!

“If it isn’t the president’s daughter,” Mike greeted.

“Not a dream, and neither a fantasy, anyhow, how are you doing? You didn’t even give me a call!” said Kimberly smiling,

“You know I am a busy man, coming from a family of hardship,”

“Well, I will see you some other time, sharp,” said Kimberly strutting away.

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Let’s chat: Why do you think Kimberly is acting like this? Is it true that rich kids have no respect?