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One Day.
I mark yesterday off of my calander and pull an old suitcase out from under the bed I'm sitting on. It almost collapses without the support from the bag that was underneath it.
It's midnight and I have one day left, one day to have the time of my life.
I count my money again, still no change in the amount. One more time, I count each dollar, quarter, dime, nickle, penny, everything, twice just to make sure that nothing's sticking together and I haven't miscounted.
Still just short of one hundred dollars.
This is the last day of my last month. I've been given the warning a million times by now.
One hundred dollars by the thirtieth, no exceptions this time.
My paycheck doesn't come until next week and even then I'll only have about twenty dollars more.
I wipe the sweat off of my forehead with my sleeve. It's currently covered in dirt, but that's what I get for looking through the allies for any extra money that could be left lying around.
Tomorrow morning they'll come for me. I'm not sure who, child services probably, since technically I'm still a child.
Seventeen years old and born without a single chance. Seventeen years spent trying to survive on the streets.
Well, technically, fourteen years of being moved from one foster home to the next. Always being taken care of and never being alone, but always feeling empty and lonely.
Each night spent praying to a god whom I've lost all of my hope in. If there was a god, he wouldn't have given me the shitty life that I have.
Highschool dropout, no parents, horrible job, a run-down temporary roof over my head, no chance of a family, or any place for me except for the streets. Yet all I'm told is that somebody has it worse than me.
Not for long though.
Because by tomorrow. At the time that the clock hits twelve. There will be nobody to compare me too.
Because I won't be here.
I won't be anywhere.
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