Disclaimer: I don't own nothin' so don't sue me. Oh, and if my tory ends up being like somebody else, it's completely unintentional.
Oh, and don't expect to see any GBoys for a while. This is just about Alex right now.
So, let's this story on and over with. I've got homework to do!
She walked down the street, her hands in her pockets. It had been three weeks since she had left home. Her Father hadn't wanted her to. No one had wanted her to. But she had no choice. She was endangering everyone she cared for by staying there.
So now she was here. It was because of her gift, and her curse, that she had come here. For you see, she was a hacker. Not just any hacker, the best hacker. Some considered her to be the best hacker in the world.
The title had it good points. For a school project, she had made herself a four- star general to see how long it would take the government to find her out and get close to getting into her files. Her record was twenty hours.
Eventually, word of her accomplishment spread to people in high positions. People who worked for computer and software companies asked to hire her over and over again, despite the fact that she was still in college working on a degree in journalism. She refused them all, saying simply My passion is writing, not hacking. I must pursue the two as I see fit.
Few people agreed with her.
The girl closed her eyes, remembering what her father had said to her when she had released that statement to the press.
You fool! You could make good money off of those jobs! You could be famous! Have a good life! Be rich! Make a name for yourself! You cant do that with journalism! You can't do anything with that that's worth while!
Father never understood me. She thought. He could never appreciate any career that didn't give enough money to make either of us less than a millionaire. She didn't care about money. She preferred to be middle- class, rather than upper.
However, getting back to the original point, the title also had it's downs. Since her was in high demand, her services were often requested by secret organizations, along with the computer businesses. When she refused, she often found her life being threatened, sometimes more seriously than others.
She knew that those people, the ones trying to kill her, would stop at very little to make sure that she didn't decide to go and work for some other company.
So she had to leave.
But that wasn't enough. Getting away wasn't enough to deter them from her. She had to change her name, her job, her home, and mostly, her title.
Her name she had already covered. A birth certificate had already been created. The name she had chosen was long, and lymerical. She liked the sound of it, the way it rolled out. Alexandria Isabella DeMonture. Alex for short. It was what her friends would call her. DeMonture, if someone felt like being formal; Isabella if you were upset with her, and Alexandria Isabella if you were pissed at her.
Her job, would be , of course, journalism. She had recently graduated from college, so the degree part was covered. She had found several openings in newspapers, also, so she would go to the interviews... the job was taken care of.
Her home... There was a small apartment set up in a nearby Suburban area. She could live there.
And as for her title, it would be eliminated. She would have none. Not miss, not ma'am. not madam, not lady, and certainly, not hacker. She would be simply Alex. Nothing more. Nothing less.
Hey, people! Ya, I know it was short, but I figure I won't write a lot so that if people hate it, my work won't go to that much of a waste. R&R please so that I know whether or not to continue! Thanx!
