This is not a love story.
It's about a girl, who no longer wants to shine in the spotlight.
A girl who no longer wants to be the villain.
A girl who no longer wants her husband.
A girl who finally took off her blindfold, and embrace her second chan...
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Settling myself in front of the screen, I type furiously. "Money," I repeated for God knows how many times.
I flipped through piles of books beside me a few times before returning to the screen.
It's 4 a.m.
I've been learning about stocks for the past few weeks. Quickly, I realized that I held an addiction to coffee. Clicking on the bank account that I begged my parents to open, I sigh, "I'm so poor." I realized that my bank account held less than $50.
"Ava Makee, your net worth is $50 now, but work hard enough, and there will be extra zeros in the back," I self encourage, as I scanned through different companies stocks.
In my previous life, I remember how dad used to watch TV about stocks and yelled at them, disregarding the fact that it has nothing to do with our lives. Sometimes, I feel like he is trying to find a reason to scream at something.
From what I heard, he tried putting on his masculinity mask before and yelled at mom during their younger days to look cool in front of their friends - something about taking charge in the relationship. She backhanded slapped him, and left his sorry ass the same day.
It took nearly his whole bank account, which consists of a sorrowful $200 during his ramen consumption days and a poorly written song for her to slap him again before forgiving him.
"Bingo," I hummed a light tune to myself and invested a mediocre $45 to the stock. It's vague - extremely for me to remember which company made it since I half paid attention, but I remember this company made it.
I sipped in my nearly empty cup and sang happily. "Money. Money. Money. I'm going to be a rich lady. La la la. It's not cheating to use the knowledge you already have from the future. La la la." I know it's a poorly sung song, but I never said I was a genius in composition.
I must have inherited my singing skills from dad.
When I realized my cup was empty, I tiptoe downstairs to grab more coffee. Sorting through the cabinets, I realized it was empty. "Thank goodness I still have that $5 in my bank account...and the $20 I stole from Trev." I nodded in approval to my old nasty habit of stealing from my twin.
I know it's wrong, but I can't twist a complete 180 in my personality, or people will get suspicious. I do not want the government to breathe behind my neck when they know I'm technically from the future.
Plus, I know I would not enjoy having scientists probing my brain.
Not bothering to change out of my pink pajamas, I grabbed a large black jacket and drove to the store. Once I reached it, I opened the door and shivered in the cold morning air. The parking lot was nearly empty with a few employee cars, "Coffee. Money. Coffee. Money," I chanted out my two current goals.
