The next morning I woke up to a stifling pain in my head.
I got up, and made a coffee with my unfamiliar kettle in an unfamiliar kitchen drunk by an unfamiliar girl.
It was my birthday next week. I'd be 16. My sweet 16. I planned to go to a spa and buy myself some treats. I'd bee eying up a Lush gift set for $177 which looked amazing and also a pair of Loubutins. That was all. With no boyfriend or family or friends nobody would even know it was my birthday. How sad.
I was happy with the way that this all panned out for me, though, even if I had to do some marginally unholy things to make my life. It wouldn't be easy, and I wouldn't just have money like this for long, but it made me feel happy. And I was only 15. Things could only get better for me.
I went into the city, and counted my money on a bathroom floor.
$30,000
Id put another 3 months rent on my apartment so I had enough but not enough to not get a job. I wasn't going to look for one today.
Tonight.
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Teen Prostitute 101
RomanceEll is 15, going on 16, and she runs away from home with $45 and a bag of clothes. Can she make it in the real world, even in the most undignified of ways, or will she stay true to the only person she's ever loved? X Mature Content X X This story co...
