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old, mainly because our family was too poor to actually afford clothes that shielded us from the unforgiving weather. I looked down at the tattered and torn sweatshirt and made a mental note to sow it

I turned the corner of our run down apartment complex, I picked up the pace as the sun began it's decent. My family lived in one of the worst neighborhoods in Seattle. The only rea

got stuck. I shoved it open with my shoulder and rushed inside, ecstatic to tell my mom about the A I received on my Compute

ed to make something of my life, become successful so she'll never have to worry about a

s on the table scattered amongst the piles of empty beer cans and filled ash trays. I walked ove

s college fund. I had to-" I heard m

." My father bellowed. "YOU WERE SUPOSTO BRING BACK EVERY

nscious. Her shirt was ripped practically in half and her skirt was torn off of her completely. Cuts and bruises were scattered all over her fragile body. Tears streamed down he

urned around and faced me. A h

time. Go." My mother plead

I wanted to see." My father said, sarcasm dripping off of

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y breathing was ragged. I evaluated my surroundings and relief washed over me as I realized that I was in my dorm room. Nightmares were a regular

rat the second I walked onto this hellhole of a campus. She's a trust fund baby, and relied more on her daddy's money than her own intellect... scratch that, she doesn'

ely filled the drawer let alone the entire dresser. I changed into a pair of yoga pants, a baggy sweatshirt, and my converse. My laptop was on my nightstand, it was my prized possession.

n as I walked through the hallways, not in the mood for useless social interaction.

to enroll here." One of the girls stated

back at her with a serious expression. She stood th

tch!" She y

ou used most of your mental capacity to think of such a dreadful c

aving to experience the "college struggle." The only struggle they ever faced was deciding which party t

offered one of the best Computer Engineering programs in the United States and paid for almost

my waist, it's dark pigments contrasting with my pale skin. My hazel eyes looked tired and were accompanied by dark circles. My cheekbones were high, and my lips full. I was the spitting image of my

n to music, I couldn't. My phone was so outdated that it still used T-9 texting and I couldn't afford an iPod

hood over my head as I sat down. I looked around me at the students laughing with their friends,

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ash

e possible that I can get a cell phone?" I looked up at her. Being 17 and not having a cell phone made me feel like more of a

will put us further behind than we already are." My mother said as she looked

to school. I needed to print out an assignment for my cou

g borrow a book without a library card. He was about to kick me out of his establishment, when he realized that my tex

my life. Usually if I wanted to read, I would spend hours in a Barnes and Nobles reading in the co

" I smiled

u looking to grab today?" H

rought out the textbook I finished. For years I've enjoyed reading about computer programming, informat

o the computers. I logged on, and my curiosity had me going to the AT&T site. Looking th

recommends this one for you." Harry said as he placed it next to me on the de

n still get a phone and

abase. It was easier than I thought, and only took me a few minutes to get past their securi

I also marked as paid. I had it delivered to t

the same phon

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p phone to see who was calling me. Dr. Chet's name flashed on the scr

at's the ne

ition has gotten worse, she-" Before he could finish h

pecting the phone in her hand before she shut it and ende

ing her head against the desk until she lost cons

mons!" Sh

!" I g

n older woman, who wore clothes too tight and heels to high. Her face was constantly plastered with makeup, giving me the impression that she puts her s

leaned back on the chair. The class erupted in snickers and whispers. The ol

." She said as her lips curved into a small smile. The class exploded with laughter at my expense. My han

ur thoughts on determinism, Miss Simmons." She said as she started to walk to th

Fuckin

ophy. It questions if our decisions in life determine our outcome, or if it was

uestioned, turning

e for you? I'm sure you envisioned your life to be more than what it is right now. So according to determinism, it doesn't matter what choices you make. It doesn't matter what you say, what you wear, or how much make

in her eyes. For a split second, I couldn't help but feel as if I crossed the line, but

ce. NOW!" She yelled as she pointed to the door. I grabbed my backpack and laughed