My Kids and I. (Unedited)

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"Good afternoon!" I mumbled out through, my heavy breathing. Sweat dripping down both sides of my face, I could feel my pale pink blouse stink to my back due to the sweat. "I'm sorry I'm late. I missed the bus." I lied trying to smile, to these people but I guess they didn't appreciate me being late because, they hardly smiled back.

"Clearly, you do not value this company or our high status so please leave!" The lady, dressed so elegant spat pointing towards the glass doors. I shook my head, my smile dropping, my brows knotted together as I clasped my hands together, "Please I need this job, please I need to take care of myself." I pleaded, tears streaming down my face as I pointed towards the bump I developed, five months after I found out I was pregnant.

"Security!" She screamed, and I than I knew she meant business, though I thought she would be more considerate seeing that she was a fellow woman, who might have known how being pregnant on its own was hard but, the fact that I was in this alone made it hard.

I quickly stood up from my seat, rushing out of the enormous law firm, the streets of New York were so busy, everywhere people walked up and down, not giving a care in the world about anything else as they blabbered into their phones.

Hugging my arms, for a little of warm on this dreadful cold afternoon, I walked south hoping along the way I can find a job to at least find a place to lay my head for the night.

As I walked further south, I noticed a small bakery with my hopes high, I walked in my nose assaulted by the aroma of cakes and pastries and a touch of coffee, my stomach did growl at the smell meaning my child or children were hungry. The main reason I would say, child or children would be that I've never consulted a doctor about my child, I don't know what I'm having or if he or she is in good shape. For all I now, I could be carrying a corpse in my body, I hardly think of it as much as most women would.

"My name is Becca, can I help you?" The cashier raised her eyebrows, eyeing me from my head to my toe. "Hello, I'm wondering if I could work here, unless there aren't an-"

"We don't hire people like you, so get the fuck out before I make you!" The girl hissed, her vibrant red hair swaying back and forth as she tilts her head away in disgust. Nodding I walked away, shrinking away as everyone turned to look at me, after all this was a pretty small bakery.

And, just like that I was denied a job.

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The temperature dropped tremendously, and all I had was a blouse and a black pencil skirt. It was no wonder why they refused to hire me, for goodness gracious I walked in barefoot and expected to become an employ there.

I was beyond hungry, I was tired and not to mention I felt cold. My name is Twilight Nova, and I was the heiress to my father's multimillionaire company and to four of my mother's jewelry stores. I shouldn't be suffering the way I do right now, all I now I should be sipping on the finest juice, paging a magazine looking for the perfect colours for my baby shower but, reality is that I was disowned my family, thrown out of my husband's house with nothing but a blouse and a pencil skirt.

It's been three weeks since, I haven't eaten much but bread and that along couldn't satisfy me nor my unborn child. All it took were three weeks, to finally know what it means to work hard and the funny thing was that, I didn't a single job not even one as a cleaner. That's how rough it was.

Leaning against the dirty walls of some building, I crossed my legs not desiring to accidentally trip someone over and boldly stared at the streets that got quieter with every hour that passed by.

"Hello there?"

I turned, coming face to face with a purple haired girl whose arms were covered in tattoos, her nose pierced, her eyebrows too but nonetheless she was pretty, beautiful to be exact. "You're beautiful." I muttered beneath my breath.

"Why thank you, I'm Alicia!" She smiled, adjusting the bag dangling on her right shoulder. I blushed, realizing that she heard me, "I'm sorry I shouldn't have said a thing." I covered my mouth, waiting for her to beat me mercilessly.

"What is your name?" She asked me, taking a seat beside me not bothered that the pavement would cause damage to her leather pants. "Twilight." I answered, watching as she opened her bag, pulling out a sandwich and two bottles of a Cappy, a fruit blend juice, which was my favorite. But, for all I know it wasn't for me.

"As in Twilight, my little pony?" She chuckled amused by my name, it was the same reason I hated it, I hated my name.

"Yes, it was my grandmother who named me." I said, watching as her body grew stiff as I said this, instantly she turned to face me a worry facial expression plastered on her face. "I'm sorry, I should have-"

"It's okay Alicia." I smiled, she nodded grabbing a hold of the sandwich before handing it to me along with the bottle of juice. I gasped, staring down at the food my eyes watering for some reason.

"Come on, are you gonna leave me hanging or what?" She asked.

"I can't accept it, this is yours." I shook my head, pushing away the food. I couldn't eat someone else's food, just to satisfy my hunger. "I want to girl, now eat up!" She chuckled, I nodded taking the food from her hands, wasting no time as I quickly dived into it.

"It's delicious right?"

"Hmm!" I nodded, stuffing my face with food, before gulping almost halve of the juice. "I know, my friend Damien makes this best sandwiches." She smiled, her eyes glistening as she spoke of this Damien person.

"Do you love him?" I boldly asked, not sure why I was so comfortable with this chick but, all I could say is that she was a comfortable person to be around, despite her scary yet hot look.

"What the hell no, he's a disgusting boy to be around but, I think he'll like you."

"Thank you for the food." I shook my head clear from the words that carelessly rolled off her tongue. "It's my pleasure love, will I see you here tomorrow again?"

"Of course!" I smiled, happy I made a friend in the big city.