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Sixteen years and now I was finally out of that mansion of a home. I was hoping to actually get my own place instead of dorming with other people but I suppose I can make new friends. I hated people my whole life, trying to avoid having too many friends. And it was working out pretty well until my family decided to enroll me into this place, throwing me out of the house with a suite case full of clothes and everything i loved, and car keys. I couldn't believe they wanted to get me out of the house so badly, I was a good daughter to them! I did my homework and chores without question and no matter what I would get A's in all of my classes. I was good. I never talked back. The only problem was, was that I rarely had any friends. I hated talking to people they just seamed to anger me so easily. I was polite to everyone of course, because I knew how to control my temper. but no matter what i would try to avoid contact with allot of people.
I was good...
At least, to them I was. The only hobby I have that they would never know about was what exactly I did on my computer all day. It was my best hobby, Something I was meant to do, and maybe using this hobby I could probably end up working for the CIA as a Professional Hacker. I could do anything with my abilities, anything you asked me to do, without being traced by the government for that matter. I had helped some of my old friends a couple times, from other people hacking into their stuff, I would trace that person and hack them back only to make their computers crash never to see the spark of life again.
The last things my parents said to me as they walked me out to my car was; "Ashton, we need you to have a social life. you cant be hiding inside your room reading books all day, everyday." My mother kissed me on my forehead as my father placed my bags in the trunk of my blue sedan. "Your mothers right sweetie, you need to make new friends, have more life experiences. It's not like your books and computer programs are going to get you anywhere in life."
Right...
So, here I am now. standing in the middle of the dorm halls with my laptop case slung over my shoulder and my suite case sitting up against the wall. I stared up at the door of my new dorm room. The faded wooden door staring back at me as if it were telling me to turn back and never return. I was nervous, who was going to be my roommate was definitely going to kill me some way or other. I shook the thought out of my head for a brief second, trying to think better of it. Maybe, just maybe my roommate won't end up killing me. Maybe we could be friends...maybe.
I reached out and grabbed onto the brass door handle turning it slowing and taking a step inside. No one was there, I looked around the small room, two beds sitting on each side. It didn't even look like anyone had claimed a bed yet. I pulled my suite case along behind me, closing the door after me and claimed the bed on the left side of the room, tossing my suite case under the bed and placing my laptop case next to the small desk. I took a deep breathing, and slumped over on my bed. Next, someone would probably be walking through that door with a smile on their face ready to kill me with their absolute happiness. But, maybe I would catch some of their happiness and we could be happy friends. I had enough energy to be happy!
I looked down at my gray converse leading up to my dark skinny jeans and my white dress. I never liked dresses unless I was wearing jeans under it, so every once in a while I would put on a dress to make my parents happy, only to end up making them neutral with the jeans. My soft pale shoulders said their hello's to my long wavy brunette hair that was usually up in a messy bun when I was reading, or doing anything on the computer. My small, square, black trimmed glasses sat atop my head only to be brought down to my nose if I were reading or writing. I was pretty thin, my skin hugging the curves all over my body, my chest was small but enough to make a couple guys stare, and my waist perfect. My long legs were always smooth and curved. I was in pretty good shape for someone who didn't get out much, and I was a fast swimmer in my old swim and dive class. I did a couple sports, like track and field, tennis, and golf; but only because my parents were getting concerned with me, asking me to get into some sports so I wouldn't become too unhealthy. I ate right, being a Vegan from my concern of animal lives. And every once in a while you would catch a glimpse of a white smile that came from the heart.
I was beginning to get bored so I stood up and took out my computer placing it on the desk and pulling my glasses down to my nose.I peered over the bridge of my nose as I watched the screen flash onto the Linux server and grinned when I had logged on. One of my old friends had sent me an email asking for my help, she was having trouble with this guy who had begun to harass her over myspace, although she removed him and blocked his account he continued to make more and more accounts only to harass her more. So I found my way into his computer and began to type in more codes, my fingers flying over the keyboard with wicked speed. My smile grew more and more as I creped further into his system and finally I hit F4 and lost connection. His system had been shut down, his hard drive damaged and wiped clean. I Emailed my old friend back and smiled once again beginning to play runescape online.
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