Karma Currency
it started as a way of living, and turned into something amazing.

Chapter 5. The Trust Funders

Jacinta and her best friend Felicity both had very cool names. They were not born into misfortune, unlike the Mildreds and Margots of the world. They thought they had it made.

Although, they could not determine the exact nature for the feeling of unaccomplishment that they could not escape. They wanted to do great things. In fact, they could. Their parents had all the money in the world, and they were totally liberal with supporting their daughters in whatever way, shape or form.

They didn't need careers, that was for sure. And they couldn't pass for intelligent. Their parents were intelligent, but only in the way that made foxes such good hunters; not in the way that made the world a better place. Jacinta and Felicity were searching for karma.

It wasn't very long before Felicity discovered drugs. It was the persistent worrying that made it seem like such a brilliant escape. Getting effed up was like an intense equivolent to the grass being greener on the other side. Only the grass wasn't just greener. It was also spirally, with swirls in it, and it glowed in the dark. The grass on the other side was so awesome and amazing, it made her totally forget about her own lawn.

But when she came back to her senses, the still had the same yard. The same white fence protecting her from seeing the rest of the world; from the rest of the world seeing her. The other kids at the boarding school were all the same. It was so easy to play this game; acting busy around people when you needed to position yourself to look busy. Posing, essentially, for different people; depending on the pose that needed to be. That was how one kept herself in high regard by her society.

Nevermind, the incessant struggle to maintain ones own dignity. No wealth or level of education ever caused a human being to evade his or her own instinctive nature. They were not apart from the flaws of all of those around them, but their lives lacked the flaws which caused others much painfulness and sorrow.

So they lived. And they learned how to lie to members of the other classes. They said that they were broke when somebody asked them for change. They would have been stingy and given them a dollar, or maybe five; but the need to maintain financial anonymity was too great. So she walked on by the Macgurshklite.