The chronicles of hackerman and Miss Aviator

Chapter 1

(Hiya,one of two authors here. This is a collab between me ((toxicpot8os)) and theiceteacoyote. Go follow her! I hope you all enjoy my stories of my smoll hacker child and her tough aviator going on dumb adventures.)

"Ah come on man,finals arent for another week!"
The voice comes from a small,scrawny kid.He looks to be not much older than 20,at most. His outfit consists of a baggy black sweatshirt,a pair of cheap dollar store sunglasses,some dark grey sweatpants,and a pair of off brand black shoes. His eyes are brown with a slight tint of green,though hardly noticable unless you're examining his eyes. He has large bags under his eyes,suggesting months of lack of sleep. His lips are cracked and dry,and he probably weighs not much more than a large dog. His hair is completely messy,looking like he has hardly ever brushed it. He walks with a slump,and his eyes often look glazed over and tired. Overall,he has the general appearance of someone about to pass out from malnourishment and tiredness all at the same time.
"If you expect to pass my class,you should start studying this moment."
These words come from an older man,probably late 40's. He appears to be the scrawny kids teacher. He walks off quickly with perfect posture.
"Maaan" the kid mutters to himself. For future reference,this kids name is george,but he prefers to be called hackerman. Why hackerman? Well,as a child he tried all sorts of things to find something he liked and was good at. Chess,sports,art,music,petcare,everything you could think of. As he grew older,it became evident that he was especially adept at using the computer.When he was first introduced to coding, he was in love. The code never seemed complicated to him, in fact the numbers and letters seemed to dance infront of his eyes,and he could imagine what the code would do and what made what work easilly.Because of that, he decided to become a hacker.
Unfortunately, a hacker is not quite a high paying job. A coder perhaps,but george wanted to be a hacker. The only money he could really make was from the occasional dark internet customer,and they usually wanted him to do something impossible like hack time and space. Although he was adept,there are some things even hackerman cant do. So he turned to a life of "crime".
Although this usually amounted to nothing more than stealing from goodwill or a gas station, he knew how to hack atms and did so with delight. Unfortunately,college prices are steep,and most of his money went to pay for the rest of his tuition. But thems the breaks.

After accidentally falling asleep on a park bench,he was woken up by a janitor who thought he was on drugs or something. I bet you would expect him to be, but hackerman tries to stay away from drugs and alcahol. Stay in school bros.
Anyways,after he was woken up abruptly he walked home in the dark. He lives in los angeles, so being out alone after dark wasnt the smartest idea,exactly. Although many people on the darker end of the spectrum knew hackerman and knew to keep away from him (he bribes them), there was usually one or two thugs left who werent exactly pleased to have him on their streets. After an anxious,quick walk/speed walk home,he fumbles with thd key for a moment and walks in. His eyes trace over the piles of laundry,empty noodle cups,messes of wires and screws, and blankets strewn about halfheartedly in an attempt to make the room warmer (for he does not have heating and its the end of fall).
Home sweet home. He pulls up a lawn chair to his desk made of boxes and logs on to his computer. Ah,the internet. Best place ever.