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Drake's mood soured further.Debra peeked over. "What're you looking for?"He avoided her eyes. "Nothing.""Class is starting soon. Let's go," she suggested, walking ahead.Drake frowned. "I didn't say I was going to class.""Skipping at this school is a big deal," Debra said, dead serious. "If you don't wanna get kicked out, you better go.""Do you have to worry about everyone's problems?" he sulked. "Are you just going around and convincing everyone to love life?"She shook her head. "No one else around me would give up on life. They're all positive about the future.""Yeah, right," he sneered. "A rich girl like you only knows other rich kids. Money, power, connections... Even if they do nothing, their future is set. Why would they off themselves?"For those scraping by at the bottom, even a lifetime of hustle might not get them close to her world. That was the gap. The rich got to enjoy life. The poor were born to suffer and end their misery early."That's not true," she s

The sea breeze at the docks was strong.Debra didn't care. She sat casually on the beach. While grabbing a drink, Drake got her an orange soda.The wind messed up her hair. Her profile was perfect. No wonder Marion Houston fell for her at first sight.Drake chugged his beer. Debra eyed his can, curious and eager."Wanna try?" He held it out, only to yank it back as she reached for it. "Girls shouldn't drink."She pouted. "I've never had alcohol.""Andrew doesn't let you?""Yeah.""Control freak.""Not really. He just cares about my health. My parents and he dote on me, but they treat me like a kid. I'm in college now. I can take care of myself, and I wanna do grown-up stuff.""Grown-up stuff? Didn't peg you for a rebel.""It's not that wild. Just like traveling alone, trying beer, hitting a club, or singing all night.""Oh.""What did you think?""That's nothing. If you want, I can take you now.""But those places are sketchy, aren't they?""Scared? And you wanna be a

The world was full of mysteries and miracles."Sometimes I wonder if we could really start over," Juan mused.If the world reset, everything could be rewritten. Time could roll back to when Debra was 17."You're a girl. How can you pick up smoking?" the class teacher chided her.Debra wore a modified school uniform, her long hair loosely clipped. At 17, she was already striking."Why can't girls smoke? Tons of guys do." She shrugged."That's not the point. Students shouldn't smoke," the class teacher snapped, tossing a pack of cigarettes on the desk. "Call your parents after school.""I don't have parents," she said without looking up. "They're dead.""Then get your uncle and aunt here.""Fine."She pulled out a phone, and the class teacher gaped. "You're hiding a phone too?""You told me to call them," Debra said, dialing. "Yeah, they need a parent. Come quickly. I'm hitting the arcade tonight."She hung up, and the class teacher was floored by her bluntness."You're hopeless. If it w

The secretary smiled without explaining.Orders were orders. No questions asked.Stuck in the lounge, Debra pulled out homework she hadn't touched in three days. Staring at the pile, she felt her head spin.Getting nagged by teachers at school was bad enough, and now Juan was bossing her around. It made her fume.An hour later, she finished one test paper, but Juan was still in his meeting.She checked the time. It was already 8 p.m. and pitch dark outside."When's your boss gonna wrap up? I need to get home," she said."Mr. Nichols got you some food. Eat if you're hungry," the secretary replied, placing a takeout bag in front of her.She opened it and saw all her favorites. She blinked. "Your boss picked this?""Yes, Miss Frazier," the secretary confirmed."How did he know what I liked?" Debra asked, suspicious. "He's been digging into me?"Realizing the truth, she shot up from the couch. The secretary failed to stop her as she stormed into the conference room.The manager

Juan's blue eyes seemed to penetrate her.Debra squirmed, feeling naked in front of him."Whatever," she muttered, grabbing the pack and pulling out a cigarette.She stuck it in her mouth, but when she tried to light it, Juan spoke up. "You gotta inhale when you light it."She tried, but she couldn't even get the lighter right. Frustrated, she tossed the pack down."So what if I don't know how to smoke? Go tattle on me," she sulked, leaning back.Juan was unfazed. "I'm not gonna do that.""Aren't you?" She eyed him suspiciously."You act like a bad kid at school only because you're scared of getting hurt," he said."You're full of it." Her eyes flickered. "Who dares hurt me, the heiress to the Frazier family?""Well, you're living under someone else's roof," he said, laying it bare. "You don't go too hard in school because you're afraid they will come after you. But you can't look too dumb either, or you'll embarrass them. So, you pretend to be tough to keep people off your b