Chapter II:
The Story Begins
There I was looking at the most gorgeous thing I could imagine of, the new
and improved laptop of all laptops. I stood there drooling like an animal.
Techno stuff really got to me (notice: I did mention I was a machine in
science (). All of the gadgets and gizmos shimmered in the light as if it
were gold. It was a dream come true until I saw the price tag.
"Damn," everything was too expensive for me, I was a great student, but I
was flat broke.
Then I heard the clerk of the store on the speakers saying it was closing
time.
"Some day," yeah right.
It was getting real late; I could here my mom nagging about it already.
"Where have you been?!" she broke out in protest before I could say
anything. "I was worried sick!" isn't that what all moms say? "This is not
the type of place you should be wandering around without permission!"
You see; we came from a real nice place in Iowa (hard to believe I know).
No violence, no strippers, hookers, or pimps, no drugs, and definitely no
fun. Computers were my only way out. While kids my age were out doing
stupid stuff like hay rides and shit like that, I was sitting at my
computer hacking into things I shouldn't know about. But it was only
temporarily, (thank God) we were only there because my parents were in debt
for a little while, they never told me how. Once they were back on their
feet we went back to living in this hellhole. We live in an area full of
bad influences (according to my mom), known as "The Road To Zion".
Next: Chapter III: Living in "Zion"
The Story Begins
There I was looking at the most gorgeous thing I could imagine of, the new
and improved laptop of all laptops. I stood there drooling like an animal.
Techno stuff really got to me (notice: I did mention I was a machine in
science (). All of the gadgets and gizmos shimmered in the light as if it
were gold. It was a dream come true until I saw the price tag.
"Damn," everything was too expensive for me, I was a great student, but I
was flat broke.
Then I heard the clerk of the store on the speakers saying it was closing
time.
"Some day," yeah right.
It was getting real late; I could here my mom nagging about it already.
"Where have you been?!" she broke out in protest before I could say
anything. "I was worried sick!" isn't that what all moms say? "This is not
the type of place you should be wandering around without permission!"
You see; we came from a real nice place in Iowa (hard to believe I know).
No violence, no strippers, hookers, or pimps, no drugs, and definitely no
fun. Computers were my only way out. While kids my age were out doing
stupid stuff like hay rides and shit like that, I was sitting at my
computer hacking into things I shouldn't know about. But it was only
temporarily, (thank God) we were only there because my parents were in debt
for a little while, they never told me how. Once they were back on their
feet we went back to living in this hellhole. We live in an area full of
bad influences (according to my mom), known as "The Road To Zion".
Next: Chapter III: Living in "Zion"
