I picked up the phone and called my dad. After trying many times he picked up my call.

　　"Whats wrong? Why are you calling me so many times?" Mr. Jon asked Emily.

　　"Dad, I need some money. Could you please give me?Today is the last day to pay the exam fee", I told my dad.

　　I know what's his answer but still I asked him because I have no option. All my money went to the previous semester's fee.

　　"Emily, don't you know our business condition? We are already in a bad condition then how will I give you the fee?" Dad replied me annoyingly.

　　"Dad can't you manage some?" I asked him.

　　"Okay I can give you some right now".

　　"But dad I....

　　Dad hung up my call.

　　What can I do now? I have no one in my life. My mom died when I was born. When I was 7, my father remarried. My step mom doesn't like me at all. She always thought I'm a burden of her family. My dad never spent money for me and my studies. Besides being a student, I work in a cafeteria. This is my so called life, and I'm Emily Dickinson, daughter of Jon Dickinson who is the richest man of Y city. But to me, he is the poorest one.

　　But it's my life, it can't be stopped by anyone, I won't let it happen.

　　I started the car to go to my university. After an hour I reached there. I was walking to my class quickly but suddenly I bumped into a boy.

　　"Ah." I fell on the ground.

　　"I'm sorry. I didn't notice you Mr." I apologized him quickly.

　　Suddenly I heard a deep voice. "It's okay Miss".

　　Hearing him I looked at him. Our eyes locked on each other.

　　I was checking him from top to bottom. His drak deep blue eyes were locked on my hazel eyes. His sharp drawn nose, muscular physique, broad shoulder were enough for girls to fall in love with him.

　　"Have you done?" He said me teasingly.

　　I rolled my eyes to another side and told him,"I I'm sorry Mr."

　　He couldn't but laugh. I blushed too hard. Suddenly he asked me,"Are you new here? I have never seen you before."

　　"No, I'm not new here." I told him.

　　"Then, are you a teacher?" He again asked me.

　　"I'm not a teacher. I'm a student", I answered him.

　　"So, which department?"

　　We started walking. "I'm doing fashion design and it's my last semester", I told him.

　　"What? Last semester?" He asked me sadly. "I thought you were my junior".

　　I smiled at him and said,"No. Do I look like a junior?"

　　He laughed and said,"No. You look like a campus angel so I forgot you could be senior to me".

　　"Now you are flirting with me." I said him.

　　"No not at all. I'm not. I'm saying the truth. If you had been here for a year I would have dated you, I wouldn't have cared if you had a boyfriend or not", he said me.

　　He gave me a serious look, I couldn't understand why did he give me that look.

　　I asked him a question to change the topic,"Oh really. If I had then what would you do?"

　　He didn't tell a word in response to my question for a moment. But suddenly he said,"I would snatch you from him and I didn't care if you love me or not".

　　Hearing him my heart beats started to bump. I rarely talked with boys, it's might be that side effects.

　　"What's your name?", He asked me.

　　"Emily Dickinson", I said him.

　　"So Emily I think we are standing in front of your class room", he said me. I looked back, I already forgot about that.

　　"Oh, yes. By the way what's your name", I asked him.

　　He gave me a smile and said, " next time Emily. I think you are being late for class".

　　Saying this, he left me there. He came to my life for a few minutes and again left.