Learning to Code and Fight(?)

Well, rent didn't last long. I took my favorite hoodie and baggy pants I had to tuck up, I figured would last a few years to grow out of. Of course my laptop and headphones came with me as I left the house.

I had once read that making programs for hackers pays a lot, so I had already began playing around with coding before I got evicted. I was a clever child so by then I had learned the basics needed to make a simple program.

So the beginning of my hacker life had started off quite well, the street life however…

I mean I wasn't hit too hard despite being a newcomer, maybe I lucked out getting my moms face, it's not as fun hitting something pretty, I guess.

I would spend the days in cafes learning to code while I spent my nights asking older kids if I could sleep with their crew that night for protection.

As some months passed I got to a point to where I could dodge most hits using my short height- given how weak I was I learned how to scale buildings, hide on roofs, sneak up on my friends, and such. The kids called me a python, slick and sly, but no vemom.

This went on until about now, yup, you finally made it to present time! Freshman year of highscool! I know right? Just thinking about it must be sending shivers down your spine!