I should be happy.
I had just gotten the fundings to an extremely expensive school I could never afford on my own.
My savings were tallying and it seemed I could pull out some money to pay some other small charges and fees. I knew I would make it back before college.
I was supposed to be thinking of how I would adapt to the rich kids, to the new atmosphere and the new school.
But my childhood had been robbed of me. Nothing excited me anymore. I shouldn’t even be owning a small apartment or living alone when I was only 17.
I was so good at hiding.
I had even hidden away from the people that threatened my life. I felt in some funny way that I had already been locked away by them because I could never live my life to the fullest.
So because I was so used to hiding, I was going to do i
