SPACEDESKTOP

December 20, 2025 by Hamza

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My escape plan, the life I had worked so hard to build for myself, had just been incinerated before my eyes. “Why would you do this?” I managed to whisper.

Kelly shrugged. “I’m doing you a favor, Pamela. You’d never make it in college anyway. It’s better for you to stick to practical work.”

I wanted to scream, to throw something, to demand she explain how she could be so cruel. But wait, maybe I could call the school? But the sharp ring of the doorbell cut through all my thoughts.

Kelly frowned and stood up, smoothing down her sweater. “Stay here,” she snapped. “I’ll get it.”

Wiping at my cheeks, I followed her to the door, though I didn’t have the energy to argue. I assumed it was one of our neighbors, here to chat or drop something off.

But when she opened the door, it wasn’t a familiar face. Standing on the porch was a distinguished-looking man in a crisp suit, holding a bright pink suitcase.

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