Author's Note: This is going to be a collection of drabbles, which are short stories of only one hundred words.
I look down at the throng of people bustling through the streets of Athens beneath me. They are beneath me. Then, I look back into my luxurious bedroom that mother and father say is fit for a princess. Which I am: my family have Greek royal blood. I look again to the common people, the masses, busy with their morning dealings, going about their business. Mothers drag young children from one market stall to the next and traders try to sell their stock. The crowd descends into loud noise; the buzzing of voices.
The Hoi Polloi; they are beneath me.