Carrie

"Yeah dad, I will call you as often as I can. No, not just to avoid studying. You know I'm not going to be chasing boys. Yes, if I have any questions I'll be sure to ask the professors..." Despite the constant barrage of questions from her dad, Carrie couldn't bring herself to feel frustrated in any way. In fact it comforted her to know he was just as nervous as she was.

Since mom died, one another was pretty much all the other had. Carrie went to school and worked the weekends, dad worked full time and had a weekend job as well just to make sure that they could make ends meet. Normally it would have been more than enough, but college was expensive and Carrie's dad insisted she went. He wanted her to be much more than the, "40 hour per week lumbering schlub," he considered himself to be.

He had managed to purchase his daughter a car that was a beater but good enough to get you where you wanted to go, a decent cell phone so she could stay in touch, and put just about everything else he had into tuition. Now it was Carrie's turn to live up to the goals her and her father had set for them. This morning was her first class and it was Ethics.

Finally getting her dad to hang up, Carrie walked into the classroom early and sat down based upon the seating assignment showing up on the overhead projector, sitting next to a nerdy-looking boy staring at his smart phone. Getting out the book for some early studying, the guy tapped her on the shoulder a moment later and when she turned her head, found herself staring at a weird image. Looked kind of like a generic cartoon keyhole made of weaving patterns She didn't know why he was showing it to her, she had more important things to think about.