(http://www.zen90682.zen.co.uk/yam.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Yamalla Pia Constantine<br/>At home in Parvarti Hills, 15 Imperial Street<br/>Listening to music and surfing the internet</strong><br/><br/><br/>She really should have been looking at the college prospectus and choosing something to study. The thing was, the nub of the problem, the real heart of the matter... Yam really wasn't that interested in attending college.<br/><br/>Her dad hadn't gone to college and he had made enough money to wind up buying a very nice house in a very nice area of town. And then for some reason that Yam didn't really understand had married her mother, had four kids, two of them her younger sisters, the twins, one her older brother, then been caught sexing up the maid.<br/><br/>The divorce had, of course, followed local law and had been reasonably amicable in that the kids could live with whichever parent they chose to, the house stayed with whichever parent had the most kids after that had been decided and the rest was split up evenly. Money and all assets were divided up as best as was practicable then all the other stuff.<br/><br/>Since Yam and the twins had elected to stay with mom they were all still in the house. Dad and Erik had moved to a more modest place on the other side of the city.<br/><br/>The family in general didn't want for money. Dad had owned a large import/export business and several ships, which he had kept, with almost all the money and other assets going to Dominique, Yam's mother, to balance this out. Dominique had no interest in splitting up the business or running part of it herself so had agreed to that as the best kind of compromise. It gave the four of them more than enough to live on for the rest of their lives after all.<br/><br/>So why, that being the case, was her mom so insistent that she go to college and 'learn a trade'? She didn't need one. It was all so stupid. Why couldn't she just hang out online all day. People didn't call you names online like they did in high school, would likely in college. It was a nice place where you could be accepted. Or where you could troll the innocent unmercifully for no very good reason.<br/><br/>Currently Yam was doing the latter.<br/><br/>She had been putting off going to college since leaving high school in September, and now her mom was on at her constantly about the summer term. Yam figured that if she was careful and stayed out of the way as much as she could, it was likely possible to eke this avoidance out for at least a full year. Maybe even eighteen months if she was really canny about it.<br/><br/>Switching to her e-mail client at the sound of an incoming message, Yam stopped trolling lovesick wonders on E-Harmony for five minutes to check up on the incoming message.