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A trillionaire in the University

Chapter 2Ā 2. From mere ashes to bountiful Billions

Word Count: 1185 Ā Ā Ā |Ā Ā Ā  Released on: 20/03/2024

m mere ashes to

erence. I know it might be hard to believe. Growing up, I was the target of relentless bullying and ridicule. Day in and

and made me feel like I was worth less than dirt beneath their shoes. I tried to blend into the background, to disappear into

People bullied me, walked all over me and I used to let them. Not anymore. The oppressed has now become the tyr

ul story but don't feel sorry for me. The

t our love for one another was enough. My father had lost his job so we were dirt poor. Our house was barely more than a shack, with creaky floorboards and leaky r

ings and I still found joy in t

gs echoing in my ears as we scrambled to escape the inferno. Amidst the chaos and confusion, I lost sight of my family. The flames licked at my skin, searing my flesh with their merciless heat. I was engulfed in a whirlwind of

ly was still in the fire but I had escaped. The woods had fallen from the room and were blocking their es

rush back into the flames and rescue them, I could not. I felt helpless, my hands c

cent of smoke clinging to my clothes like a suffocating shroud. I pleaded for help from the o

ly is in the burning house," I

sement. They had a wicked disregard for our suffering. This gnawed at my soul, leaving me feeling like a mere pawn in their cruel game. They rejected me, turning away their shoulders. How could they stand idly by, I wo

calling out from the fire to

my heels, threatening to consume me whole, but I pressed on. As I drew closer to the source of the voice, the smoke grew thicker, obscuring my vision and choking the air fro

a surge of adrenaline coursed through my veins. With gritted teeth and incessant coughs, we navigated the treacherous

all costs because I could not imagine my life without them. I found Laura, her trembling form huddled in a corner, her eyes wide

went back in. My brother's stoic facade was crumbling as he fought to lift our father's unconscious form. With a silent prayer on my lips, I rushed to his s

out, there was a loud explosion. All the bystanders and onlookers started ru

ere consumed by the fire. I won't mention their names because it is a memory

sed and battered but at le

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