'It was the morning of her eleventh birthday, and she stood in front of her mirror, in a flowing light blue dress that she thought brought out her electric grey eyes.
She had watched the dress in the window of a nearby clothing store, and dreamt of owning it since the moment she laid her eyes on it. But since she had to make her own money however she could she had spent weeks saving up to purchase it.
"What are you wearing?" her mother asked, in a disgusting tone, startlingly her.
"A dress." she said softly as if it wasn't obvious.
"I could see that, you look hideous." she said bitterly.
"Oh!" Bianca exclaimed sadly.
"You should cover more, your body isn't as attractive as you think."she said before walking away.
Her mother hadn't even wished her, a happy birthday or offered her a smile but she was already insulted her attire. And honestly, Bianca didn't expect anything else but the truth was it hurt more than she could confess.
She was only eleven today and her own mother was telling her that she wasn't attractive, as if she needed to be at this stage in her life.
Quickly changing into a track suit that she regularly wore, as it would hide her well, she grabbed her bag pack and made her was to school.
Later that day...
Bianca walked into the door of her parents house and saw a lady cleaning up nearby the living room. "Goodafternoon, you must be Bianca your parents await you in the kitchen." she said with a smile while she had a confused look on her face.
'A maid?' she questioned herself, it wasn't very surprising that they hired someone as they had the money to do so, Bianca just thought, it was more convenient for them to treat her as a slave.
Had her parents finally gotten a change of heart towards her? She loved them dearly, which was what pained her the most. They hadn't ever told her those three words before, she often wondered why they kept her when they found out her mother was pregnant.
"There you are!" her mother said as she walked into the kitchen. "We have news for you."
Eagerly awaiting the information she was about to receive, she unconsciously began chewing her lips. "We hired a maid, because we are no longer in need of your service." he father said to her, and she stood shocked by the choice of words.
No longer in need of her service? She was their daughter not their maid, although the worked her as one.
"And after a long a thorough discussion, we've decided, that you need to find a place of your own." her mother continued.
"W... What?" she questioned confused.
"We are no longer taking responsibility for you as our child, you are tarnishing our reputation and making our lives uncomfortable. Take your things and leave this house immediately." her mother said to her.
That night as Bianca walked the streets with her luggage the words of the people that were supposed to be her parents, replay endlessly in her head.
For days she slept in dark alley ways, hustling at different businesses to make money to but something to eat. Until she met Derrick who was only a year older than her. His story was a lot more tragic as he lost both his parents in an accident, but after they both hustled for a while on the streets, they were able to rent an apartment together.
