Sofie watched on as the others went, slightly flinching as she heard Ed say his facts.  He knew he was a privileged kid, and he owned it.  Sometimes, she came to hate people like that and other times she felt guilt for her victims in the past.

"As for the wealth I've amassed, I'll tell you exactly what I'm worth in sign language."
She looked on closely as he spread out his index and thumb. 900. He was worth 900. He had money around 100 times of what she had, and the chances and opportunities that she had never gotten. Sofie looked in  on awe until it was her turn.
She'd already thought through her plan.  She would list a bunch of close truths.
"My parents own a bakery, I knitted this sweater and...um...I'm a ninja?" She gave a nervous laugh. 
"Those are so lame.  You're obviously not a ninja" The tall girl rolled her eyes as the people around her twittered with laughter.  Sofie blushed and sunk down further into her seat. Who knew high school students could have such a large effect on her?

She listened as the others went on, sneakily looking at Ed using the corner of her eye.  He was like the majority of her victims, actually.  Same wealth, same dignified stance, same clothes.  If she hadn't stopped one day she might've actually had to kill him too.