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Chapter I: A Woman With a Dream.

Every woman in her life must have had at least one dream - a goal - she longed to achieve. And everyone of them has tried at least once in her life to reach the stars, the moon and the entire galaxy. Once they achieve that goal they set in their minds, they become untouchable. I suppose that is why society stunted at our growth. Making men the superior gender because they've always been scared of what we could do. In fact, men are weak, one wink and they are down on their knees begging you to spend the night with them. Pathetic. Hell, just the other day I was at work "Don's Diner" where a man approached me as I was cleaning one of the tables. He said very confidently thinking that he would have a shot: "hey there doll, how about you give me your number and i'll show you a good time." I rolled my eyes and ignored him. That was all i could do, if it weren't for my boss who was standing behind the counter watching me i would've put him in his place. I couldn't wait for my shift to end, I was already sick of being here, working endlessly at a job that I would be using temporarily until I get to reach my own dream. Dream of being an actress. I've had that dream ever since I was a little girl. My mother before me had big ambitions for me, she saw potential in me and encouraged me, as for my father, well he pushed those dreams away and hoped that one day when I would grow older and eventually forget about them. He couldn't be more mistaken. At the age of eighteen when I graduated from high school I begged him to allow me to attend a university where I could take acting courses, but of course he declined, so I took it upon myself to teach myself all there is to know about acting.

My mother herself took some acting lessons at some point in her life and she passed her knowledge down to me. I was eager to learn more about it and I was ambitious. I had clear goals in my life and I knew I had to get to them to prove myself worthy. I felt the need to show everyone that I was not just a pretty face. I am far more than just that. I knew that people would just look at me and think of me as just another woman living in a fictitious world dreaming about things she shouldn't be thinking about unless she had a man and connections. A young woman in my early twenties, specifically at the age of twenty three, blond hair and green eyes, I already have the looks my body on the other hand, is not the most perfect one I admit I was not born with the perfect hourglass figure, gifted with some cleavage from the back and from the front just enough to make a man weak to his knees at the sight of my bare skin - I looked good enough to be on the big screen. We all know how the movie industry works, it's no secret after all. However, things were starting to feel different, my goals seemed to just slip away from me by the day. I was starting to give up on myself and maybe ground myself more.

That was until my co-worker, Ari called out for me: "Jenny! There you are! I've been looking all over for you." she looked like she was out of breath, Ari is the type of woman who would seem extremely extroverted, she was a petite woman with a high pitched voice you can't help but notice. She had pale skin and her hair was dark brown and slightly wavy, it fell down her shoulders gracefully and she was overall a beautiful young woman. "What is it Ari, I hope you haven't gotten yourself in any trouble?" I replied with what felt like too much of a cold tone. I felt rude when I spoke. I suppose it was because she had interrupted one of my daydreams or possibly overthinking if i may say so. "Oh no! Don't worry! It's really nothing like that, but-" there it is, her famous "but" she wanted to ask something outrageous of me - "the girls and I were thinking and we decided to have a girls night out! What do you wanna tag along? Who knows, maybe we'll meet our prince charming at last." that was not a terrible idea, in fact it was a decent idea, I could use this break from life and besides, it's not everyday that I will be going out drinking with the girls. I agreed and she told me the time and location, she even offered me a car ride to pick me up which was very convenient since I didn't feel like calling a cab.

I was still in the middle of my shift, I had three working hours left to go until I was released. During that time I made sure to work harder than usual in hopes to get an extra tip from a few tables just so I would be able to buy myself some drinks at the bar later on during the evening. So in order to do that I had to act as if I had dropped something so I would have to bend down to grab it. Just like that, I earned an extra ten dollar tip from the creepy old man who has been eyeing me ever since he set foot in the place. I also ended up accepting a few numbers here and there so that way they would have no choice but to leave me an extra sum of money. In total I made eighty bucks worth of tipes from a bunch of thirsty guys who just needed a small show for them. That way I would be helping out the diner's business since most men come here to look at all the waitresses who work there. I know I would be taking advantage of them by using my body but I need the money and unfortunately I don't get the same salary as a man if he were to work as a waiter. That would be the life of a woman living in the US. lately there has been several feminist protests going around to change this reality. I would love to join in on them, but it seems that I simply haven't got the time. I already work full time here and I barely have time to sign up for auditions. I just hope that all these protests will pay off some day in the future.

When my shift was finally over I walked home as I usually do. I live a few blocks away from this diner so it's really not much of a long walk. My apartment isn't the biggest, nor is it the nicest, it was all I could afford to get, it's small and cosy and I have a roof over my head so there's really nothing I can complain about. I live alone - alone with a few houseplants and a cat comes to visit me every now and then. It's a stray cat but he's clean, I made sure he is. I walked into my room and threw myself on the bed looking at the ceiling for a moment. I felt guilty for using my body to get what I wanted. I hated whenever I would find myself trapped in these situations. I act as if I was unfazed but I could never hide that forever. I sometimes even wished I was born a man, maybe life would have been easier for me. Maybe all girls out there wished for that at least once in their lives. It's a cruel and dirty world we live in, unfortunately I am part of the problem. Tears started going down my face and I began to hate myself for what I have done to myself and for all the things I would do just to feel like I was a citizen. Humain at least. I shook my head and got underdressed before I took a long hot shower. I let the warm water wash away all this pain as if it was merely just a phase I went through. If I wanted a successful acting career, things like this should no longer affect me. Yet it still managed to take a toll on me.