My rise to power

*all characters and place are fictional. None of the characters are underage.

**first story ever written.

***depending on how this goes I might make it into a series.

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CHAPTER 1

Hi, my name is John but everyone calls me Jay. This is my story on how I became a multimillionaire. Now this isn’t your average rise to power type story. My mother had me when she was only 15 and my sister at 17. My father ran off after my sister was born. Naturally I picked up on becoming the man of the house when I was growing up. Going through high school was a pain in the ass. At the time I was working at a computer repair shop and trying to keep my grades up so I can get scholarships for collage. Never focusing on a social life, I just worked on coding after school. That’s how I ended up at one of the best collages in the country writing software programs and working on microrobotics. Finally at the end of the semester I had a major break through.

CHAPTER 2

“Okay class that’s it for today’s session, make sure you email me your program so I can put them into your final grade”.

Finally school is over! I’ve been busting my ass finishing my coding project so I can work on my masterpiece before my mother and sister arrive tomorrow. After all this hard work, it’s finally going to pay off. I’m the first one out of my seat, rushing to the door so I can get back to my dorm room.

“Hey Jay”!

I turn to see who’s calling my name. Its Ashley, one of the better looking students in the class. Ashley stands at 5’4″ weighing 145lbs. She’s got red hair that flows down to the small of her back. Light brown eyes stare at me waiting for a response.

“Hey, Ashley what’s going on”?

“I was wondering if you could help me get some kinks out of my code, I just cant seem to figure it out”.

I look over her figure before making a decision. She has nice 42c breasts and a round ass. This would be a good time for me to try out my project.

“Yeah I can help you, why dont you come over to my dorm around 8pm”.

“Great thanks Jay”!

I leave the classroom and start to head to my dorm. As long as I can convince my roomate to leave tonight my plan will work.

I open my door and get bombarded with the smell of weed. My roomate Dave is an absolute pothead and if it wasn’t for daddy’s money he wouldn’t even be here. I sit at my desk and grab my laptop.

“Hey Dave, you plan on going to that party tonight”.

“Yeah, I should actually start getting ready right now”.

I log into my account and open up Twitter scrolling aimlessly until Dave leaves.