Ignatius, or Iggy, looked down at his suitcase. It was humbly sized for his wealth, and Iggy liked it. His family were spoiled, rude people who didn't quite care for others. Frowning at the thought, Iggy grabbed his suitcase, hauled it off of his bed, and exited his room. Bounding down the stares, Iggy gave a shout to his parents, who were not awake. "Bye, love ya!" And then, he was off. As the doors opened, a bright new day shone down in front of him. Smiling, Iggy took his first step toward his dream. Head alight on fire, Iggy began to run to the school.
Beaut was almost out the door when her mother called her for breakfast. Sighing, she walked back to the kitchen, and quickly ate the toast prepared for her. "Thank you, love you, bye," she hurried. Her parents mumbled a goodbye and that was it. Beaut rolled her eyes and exited the house. As the sun beat down on her, Beaut walked to school. She didn't want to arrive as a sweating mess, but she didn't want to be the best looking if that made sense.