My Roommate Stole A Trap

Summary

I sold my custom-built Alienware laptop—the one that cost me three thousand dollars—for fifty bucks of scrap metal.

I did it because of my past life.

In that life, my roommate’s computer had crashed right on the eve of our senior thesis submission deadline. I still remembered the sheer panic in her voice.

“Izzy, the portal closes in an hour! Please, you have to let me borrow your laptop!”

I had agreed immediately, wanting to be a good roommate. But Bella had forgotten to save her work, downloaded some sketchy formatting software that turned out to be ransomware, and wiped her entire…