“For years she had wished that she was like them—a noble groomed within an ivory tower—but now she wasn’t so sure. While there were plenty of squabbles in the Boulevard, the kids were always on the same side. Even as social groups shifted, they all knew that at the end of the day they were on the same team. Things were different at the Academy. She thought of Violet, the bitch who had already marked Hannah as a rival, and Morgan, who seemed to view her as nothing more than a target. It was all so superficial, so petty compared to trying to scrounge every day for food or medicine. She realized that such silly squabbles were what the life of luxury bred.”