I found my usual seat toward the back. No desks here. Instead, we had tables, two chairs to a table. My tablemate usually skipped class, which was totally fine with me. When I’d decided to go to the University of Detroit Mercy, it had mostly been a choice I’d made to show off. U of D was a private Catholic college, highly regarded. Costs a shit ton of money to go there, too. I’d earned a few scholarships due to my grades and test scores. Grants because Mama didn’t make a whole lot of money, and I didn’t make much at my “official” library assistant job, either. The rest… well. The rest I knew I’d be able to pay for in my own way. It was a way for me to give a middle finger to the people I knew who thought I’d never amount to anything, the white trash girl who grew up in a trailer park. Good grades and good manners didn’t matter a whole lot when your knees are patched and you’re wearing the same sneakers you wore the previous year. It wasn’t just kids who made it clear they thought I was trash.
What do You think about A New Day (StrikeForce #1)?
