An idea shot through my mind. It was an absolutely ludacris and borderline psychotic idea, but with my level of desperation, I didn't think twice about it. I grabbed my backpack, removing my laptop and external drive. I powered on my Dell and waited patiently for it to reboot. The room was dark, the only light being the soft glow from the screen.

The door swung open, and my roommate from hell Stacey entered the room. How she manages to not catch hypothermia wearing skirts during winter is a scientific anomaly.

The laptop has powered up, and I connected the external hard drive and started to download the information from O'Conners receptionist. I quickly manipulated the code so it would be undetected and untraceable by the schools security system.

"Geek." She said as she opened the curtains, flooding the room with light and walked towards her floor length mirror. Her half of the room was decorated in all pink: pink silk bedsheets, light pink dresser, pink accessories, everything was fucking pink, as if a pepto-bismol explosion happened and only effected half the room. It burned my corneas if I stared at her side for too long. I remained quiet as she sat on the floor in front of a full length mirror, and started to apply even more make up than she already has. Yet again, she defies the laws of science with the amount of makeup that stays plastered on her skin. Someone should give that bitch a trophy.

"What are you doing for thanksgiving nerd? Laying in this dorm room alone again because no one could ever love a dumbass like yourself?" She said as she applied another thick line of eyeliner.

"Stacey, I know you love to hear the sound of your own voice, but please refrain from speaking so I don't lose anymore brain cells than I already have by being in such a close proximity to you." I said as I rolled my eyes.

"I'm studying philosophy bitch, and because of freedom of speech, I can say whatever the hell I want." She growled as she turned around.

"I think you have mistaken philosophy for political science." I looked at her dumbfounded that one can be so ignorant.

"Same shit. I still have freedom of speech, bitch." She said, putting a hand on her hip. Her father was a politician, so it would make sense for her to follow in daddy's footsteps because she couldn't think for herself what she would want to do with her life. A shiver ran down my spine at the small chance that she would be voted to be in any kind of leadership position.

"People demand freedom of speech to make up for the freedom of thought which they avoid." I stated as I continued typing on my laptop, the download was almost complete.

"Nice poem loser, who'd you steal that from?" She said smirking like that was an actual comeback.

"Socrates?" I said, not looking up from my computer.

"The fuck? Is that even English?" She said, confusion evident on her face. I looked up from my computer, failing to contain my laughter.

"Socrates? The father of Western Philosophy?" I stated.

"Psh that's my major. I think I would have know who you were talking about if he was real you dumbass." She said as she turned and walked out of the door, slamming it on the way out.

Thank the Lord Jesus, she's finally gone.

I glanced down at my screen, seeing that the download was complete. I shifted through the files, searching for the one I need.

Let's see how valuable your investors really are, O'Conner.

I opened the correct file and scanned through the list of names. I filtered them out to see the top 3 investors:

3. Toi Soto - donation: $750,000

2. Keith Baumsax - donation: $1.3 million

Of course Stacey's father donated over a million to the school. No wonder they let her dumbass go here. I rolled my eyes and continued with the list.

1. Dante Vino - donation: $4 million

I started doing background checks on each of the men, gathering as much data as I could on their backgrounds.

Toi Soto received his Ph.D from Stanford back in 2008, and preforms extensive surgeries in third world countries for free. No matter how sick and twisted I am, I couldn't live with myself if I stole from someone who was helping the less fortunate. So I discarded him as a possibility.

Keith Baumsax was a politician, set to run in the presidential election next year. He was known for his corrupt methods and was easily bought out for the right price. He also gave life to the spawn of Satan herself in the form of my roommate. Needless to say, he's currently at the top of my list.

Dante Vino was like a ghost. The only information I found on him was that he was an entrepreneur and lived in Italy. He graduated from Stanford at the age of 22 with his Ph.D in Business Administration and Psychology. IQ of 200. Quite impressive.

I pulled up all the banks in the United States, and started to hack their databases, easily countering their firewalls and cyber security. I searched for Keith Baumsax first. All of his accounts pulling up in rapid succession in multiple pop up windows. To my surprise, he was in debt, a shit ton of it. Looks like Stacey's father had a little gambling addiction and had hundreds of thousands of dollars withdrawn from casinos in Vegas weekly.

Sucks to be you Stacey. I laughed to myself.

Figuring that you can't rob an empty bank, I searched for Vino next. His accounts looked rather plain. A few hundred thousand in each account. I dug deeper and found some hidden bank accounts abroad in Italy. It took some time to get past the extensive security, but I finally cracked the code.

I gasped at the accounts that were pulled up. Billions of dollars were stored away in separate accounts. The largest account contained $534 Billion dollars, mainly deposits and a few million in purchases and withdrawals.

Holy fucking shit. That was the most money I've ever seen in my life.

I only needed $300K, but Vino was loaded....really fucking loaded. He wouldn't notice if a million... a few tiny million would be missing. $20 million? No, too much. Maybe... $1 million? Yeah, $1 million would be decent.

I'd have to wire this from Italy to an account here, and somehow not be tracked. I opened up my own bank account and secured it. I created my own unique firewall and security that would be untraceable.

I need a cyber alias... just in case someone makes it through my coding. If someone was able to get through my encription, I'd have a second line of defense. Instead of my name popping up, my alias would instead. I thought for a moment.. if someone was hacking a hacker, a web page wouldn't pop up, but a code would on the program they were using. The name would show up in the form of a code...

I smiled as I typed the alias I would use. The 5 letter word and 3 number phrase that makes every coder want to rip their hair out in frustration:

ERROR 404

After securing my bank account information, I turned back to Vinos account. My hands shook as I started to rethink this.

He's in Italy... he wouldn't possibly find me. He's so rich he probably wouldn't notice. But what if he does? He does have the resources. He can turn me in... I'm pretty sure this is a felony... I could get sentenced. My mom would have no one... but then again, if I didn't do this... she'd die... I can't pussy out now... mama didn't raise no bitch.

I upped the amount to $5 million, go big or go home right? I started coding for the wire transfer, my fingers moving faster than ever. My body pumped with adrenaline and anticipation. I felt untouchable, so alive. Unfortunately it was short lived, and I swear I felt my heart stop as I hit enter, and the wire transfer started.

4% Complete

I stood up and started to pace around the small dorm, trying to relax my pounding heart. I looked at the clock: 11am.

Shit is it too early in the morning to do this? Fuck it's Italy, they're 9 hours ahead. Is it too late their time to do this?!

25% Complete

Holy shit. This is actually happening.

33% Complete

I'm a fucking criminal. Jail. I can't survive jail!

47% Complete

I immediately regret this decision.

68% Complete

I just had to be a greedy motherfucker and up it to $5 million. What the fuck is wrong with me?!

82% Complete

Sweaty. Why am I so sweaty.

99% Complete

The download paused, and stayed at 99% for what felt like a lifetime.

This is it. I'm caught. I fucked up... I fucked up bad. Maybe I can run... find a way to get to Mexico or New Zealand... change my name to Yolanda and dye my hair blonde an-

*DING*

WIRE TRANSFER COMPLETE.

I froze, staring at the screen for a few minutes. $5 million was deposited to my bank account... millions of fucking dollars. I took my shaky hands to my keyboard and booked an upcoming flight to Seattle. This will be the first year that we'll have Turkey for Thanksgiving.

I burst out in a smile from ear to ear, making my face hurt due to the lack of muscle activation from the years of scowling.