Chapter 1

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* This story will be in the perspectives I'll let you, the reader, know whose *

In Dora's perspective

It's been about a month without me Familia

"Do you know where they went?" I say aloud to my mirror

They took boots

They took my map

My backpack

It's all gone

They kicked me out

"Do you know why gringo?" I say aloud again

It's because...

...

I'm a 'merican

My mama had me right between the border but it's too late I was on the U.S side. They said they will raise me until I was 18, for the past year I've been door to door to every relative I know but I'm 19 and homeless and live in crusty American apartment with my roommate Cynthia (she hates me btw) she makes me over pay rent and I'm barely holding on, my money is low I have no where to go, oh no I'm broke...

(Why did that kinda ryhme, am I a genius?)

Until I saw this poster plastered everywhere "maid wanted, will pay 100,000"

I couldn't believe it that much money all for me but...then I read the bottom "be warned this poster was made by the American mafia" my beaner instincts kicked in,

Oh no this is much worse than border control

But the money

But maybe someone already took the job?

I don't know anymore I'm just a Mexican with multiple piercings, that I hid from my mama, and a praise kin- kindness

I love praising people for kindness...

Definitely not a kink hahaha

Oh what am I doing with life

I'm so sad and lonely but kinda seggsy but lonely and very awkward and shy...

Maybe I could live up to my cultures stereotype and be a cleaning lady, a rich one

So I put my big girl pantalones on and get ready for this once in a lifetime opportunity to be a wealthy Maid.

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