Michelle, a teenage girl, decided to become successful in order to prove she wasn’t a burden when her mother left her with her stepdad. Michelle met the woman who abandoned her after conquering numerous challenges.
It wasn’t until her stepfather, Eugene, began to cry that Michelle realized something was off. A message from Mom was on the coffee table when they got home.
Eugene’s voice was firm as he warned, “Michelle, stop,” while she maneuvered her wheelchair across the room, her hand reaching for the letter resting between the sofa and armchair.
“Eugene, I’ve reached my limit. I’ve given everything I have to caring for Michelle,” the letter read. “The best years of my life have slipped away under the weight of this responsibility. But now that she’s sixteen, I can’t ignore my dreams any longer. I need to pursue my passion for acting before it’s too late.”
“How about you? Am I also a burden to you? Unable to read the remainder of the note, Michelle questioned Eugene while crying.
“Never, Shelly! I would never do that!” Eugene exclaimed, rushing to her side and wrapping his arms tightly around her. “You are like my own child, and I could never leave you.”
Michelle returned the embrace, but her mother’s words lingered in her mind, making it hard to feel comforted.
“I want you to remember that you’ve done nothing wrong, Shelly,” Eugene said, using his thumbs to dab at Michelle’s tears. “This is…well, it’s an awful and shocking thing that’s happened, but we’ll carry on without her, okay?”
Although Michelle nodded, she was unable to just “carry on.” She was eager to prove her mother incorrect, and when she became really successful, she would hire a detective to track down Mom and then show off her accomplishments to her.
Michelle put forth a lot of effort and graduated first in her class. Despite receiving scholarship offers from other universities, she decided to specialize in cinema studies.
“Are you sure that’s what you want?” As he ate his dinner, Eugene was taken aback by her choice. “I’m concerned you’re choosing a film for all the wrong reasons.”
Michelle paused her meal and turned to face him. “Eugene, I want to be a director. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothin’, Shelly.so long as your mother isn’t the reason you’re doing it.”
Michelle lied, “She has nothing to do with it,” and resumed her meal. She would never tell Eugene or anybody else that she frequently pictured her mother looking at her in disbelief after she showed up to try out for a film Michelle was directing.
Other pupils openly gazed at Michelle when she walked into her classroom. They laughed at her and muttered behind her back. It was not until a few days later that Michelle gave it considerable thought.
The teacher inquired about the film that was viewed by the class the previous day. The girl with the magenta hair, Lila, responded with an absurd tirade about how film was better than digital.
“I disagree,” responded Michelle. Both, in my opinion, have advantages and disadvantages. Digital film gives you more editing possibilities that may be more suited for the project you’re capturing, even though physical film still has a certain look and feel.
“Digital can never beat the authenticity of a movie shot on actual film,” Lila exclaimed, her eyes fluttering with rage.
You can make silent, monochromatic films if you like, but everyone else is living in the twenty-first century. After Michelle’s response, many students began making fun of Lila.
Lila spent the rest of the class glaring at Michelle after the instructor broke up the argument and urged the class to get back on track.
Lila and her friends cornered Michelle in an empty hallway after the day’s classes ended.
You’re not welcome here. Looming over Michelle, Lila growled, “I want you out of my class.”
“Your course? Get over yourself. Turning, Michelle pushed her wheelchair through a space between two of Lila’s pals.
“Not so fast.” Michelle’s wheelchair handles were tightly gripped by Lila, who was now guiding her to a utility closet.
“Hey, let me go!” “What are you doing?” Michelle’s front wheels were off the ground, making it difficult for her to turn effectively.
Lila answered, “I’m letting you know who’s in charge here.” “Listening to hacks like you is not why I came to film school.”
“You’re crazy!” You don’t have the right to put me in a closet just because I don’t agree with you.” Michelle attempted to remove Lila’s hands from her wheelchair by reaching back.
“Oh, do I not? I won’t put up with your bullshit in film classes! If I can avoid it, no. And keep this moment in mind the next time you want to interrupt me.” As she shut the closet door and switched off the light, Lila smiled.
Later that day, Eugene informed Michelle, “I don’t think you should go back to college until that girl has been expelled.” Fortunately, a janitor discovered her thirty minutes later and contacted school security.
“I’ve already pressed charges,” Michelle said, placing her hands in Eugene’s. “I will not allow her to escape punishment for this. And I’d like to thank Eugene for always being there for me.
“Michelle, I want to caution you that there is no certainty in this situation. As he looked over Michelle’s documents, Mr. Abubakar, her attorney, stated, “When it comes to judges and juries, even the strongest case can be diminished.” “Michelle, that girl comes from a wealthy family, and I have no doubt that she will be accompanied by a whole team of attorneys. Are you certain you can handle this?
“Yes. “Sir, I don’t fear a fight,” Michelle declared. “Even if she gets away with this, I’ll at least know I did everything in my power to see her get punished.”
Michelle met with Mr. Abubakar the next week to talk about their plan. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve done some research on my end too.” She held out a folder to him.
“This is helpful. You’ve actually performed admirably here, much like a paralegal with training. “Are you enrolled in law courses?” he inquired.
Michelle gave a shrug. “I simply have a talent for doing research. You know him, by the way? I take it that he’s a well-known actor? She gestured toward a frame on the wall that was surrounded by other picture frames and framed handwritten notes.
“I was a junior partner at a major entertainment company once. However, I quickly recognized that I was assisting the powerful in pressuring the weaker people into agreements that did not serve their interests. So I went out.
Michelle acknowledged that Mr. Abubakar was correct when she eventually showed up in court. Lila showed there with a group of four attorneys who were determined to have the case thrown out. However, the court ruled in Michelle’s favor in spite of Lila’s attorney’s efforts.
“We won, Mr. Abubakar! I appreciate your assistance. Outside the courtroom, Michelle sobbed to her attorney.
“Didn’t I tell you I was all in for little guys getting a fair chance,” he said. “You could also choose to do this. You’re good at the law. Michelle, you don’t belong with the nasty folks at your college’s arts department.”
Although Michelle found Mr. Abubakar’s offer appealing, she was unable to give up the arts. She needed to disprove her mother by becoming a director.
However, upon her return to college, Michelle discovered that despite Lila’s expulsion, her companions obviously had resentment toward her and were out to hurt her.
On her way to class, Michelle passed a number of kids, who snickered. She then noticed another group of teenagers who were laughing and pointing at her openly. When Michelle saw the posters, her face was Photoshopped onto the bodies of nude women. She turned, wheeling away as quickly as she could, and started crying.
Michelle contacted Mr. Abubakar as soon as she arrived home and said, “You were right.” “The other kids are targeting me, and the administration doesn’t seem to care.”
He questioned, “Do you want to fight them again?”
“Anyone who is unpleasant and harasses others is someone I want to fight. Like you, Mr. Abubakar, I’ve made the decision to practice law. Will you serve as my mentor?
He remarked, “I’d be honored, Michelle,” Michelle went on to become a lawyer seven years later. After earning her law degree, she spent two years working for a firm. She then established her own business and earned a respectable income. But her health deteriorated.
Michelle had no choice but to have surgery for her medical condition, which had previously been unfeasible owing to the risks. Michelle returned to her office after taking a long leave of absence to recuperate from surgery and finish her rehabilitation program.
After parking her wheelchair in the room’s corner, she proceeded slowly to her desk and settled into her new office chair. Soon after, her first client showed up, diverting Michelle’s attention from her internal conflict.
“If someone can’t afford to pay you, do you really help them for free?” Iris, Michelle’s mother, inquired. “I have no income, and I don’t have a job.”
Michelle stared at the woman’s face in disbelief. Didn’t her mother recognize her?
Michelle recalled how she had worn her black hair short in a boyish cut as a teenager to make it simpler to manage, and how she was constantly wearing glasses due to her extreme shortsightedness. Would that be sufficient to deceive a mother who had not seen her child in years?
Iris got up to go, but Michelle motioned for her to wait. “I guess I was mistaken,” she said.
“No, you’re correct.I—I perform pro gratis work. How may I assist you?
The lawyers for the powerful businessman planned to throw the book at Iris since she had driven drunk and collided with his fancy car. Why didn’t Michelle feel content with her frequent fantasies of finding Iris defenseless?
“We can push for a reduced sentence,” Michelle said. “I’ll need more details, but first, let me offer you something to drink?”
Returning with refreshments for them, Michelle staggered. Iris grabbed her elbow in a flash. “You okay?” Iris inquired.
Michelle pointed to the wheelchair in the corner and said, “Guess I’m still getting used to walking,” but Iris was still unfamiliar with her.
Before the court date, Michelle had multiple meetings with Iris. Michelle had hoped her mother would recognize her on that day, but she never did.
In Iris’s instance, the judge reduced the punishment to between a fine or a year in jail. Michelle turned to Iris, who was crying, but she was satisfied.
Iris cried, “I still don’t have enough money to pay the fine.”
“I would like to pay the fine on my client’s behalf so she can go home right away, if the court allows it.”
“Why would you help me with this?” Michelle’s wrist was encircled by Iris.”
“This may refresh your memory.” Michelle took out a message from within her case. Even though it had been folded up and read numerous times over the years, Iris’s words were still readable despite the heavy creases. “I don’t need that anymore, so you can keep it.”
“This isn’t possible! Michelle, we must speak.” “Iris said.”
“I am your own daughter, and you didn’t even recognize me!” After paying the fine and leaving her mother behind for good, Michelle departed the courtroom.
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