Blue frowned at that response, looking down at her hands as they fiddled with the hem of her top. It wasn't her fault she was born into her family, it wasn't her fault that her family had money. She still suffered like everyone else. Money made no difference now.<br/><br/>But when he answered her question she got distracted, pouting her lips. "I'm sorry. You must hear that question a lot." She apologised, her cheeks flushing red, maybe from the heat.. maybe because she was embarrassed by asking such a cliche question. His question in return made her freeze though, and she soon felt cold despite the sweat that slipped down her temples. "Well, my mother passed away not long before shit hit the fan. And.. My father kicked me out<span style="font-style: italic">after</span>shit hit the fan. Food lasts a lot longer when there's only one mouth to feed instead of two." She explained, turning back around and starting to move again. This tunnel was too small, she couldn't breathe.<br/><br/>Maybe she wouldn't have answered that question so honestly in any other situation. But she wanted to prove a point. Living in an upper class family certainly wasn't as glamorous as it seemed.