Teen Prostitute 101

Chapter 21

I decided to have a 'me' day that very next day. I logged into my bank account, and saw that $1,000 had been deposited in. I immediately panicked, then saw it had a digital note attached.

Ell,
I'm a crappy farther and I say things i shudnt, but I love u, and I think yud be better without me in yor life. Pleas take this money as a parting gift. See you agan sometime.

Dad x

Fuck him. He wasn't very good at spelling, which I found sweet, and it was a lot of money to him. He knew what was best for me, and it was this. So I took the money and logged off of the app.

I had little over $18,500 in my account. That was a good few months rent and bills, and a few grand for me.

It was a chilly early September morning, the sort where grey most forms and shrouds everything, where the nearest 3 metres to you are all you know. The air, whilst not freezing, was cool and fresh, crisp and absolute. I sharply inhaled, and decided to go shopping for my own birthday presents.

My outfit consisted of skinny black jeans, ripped at the knees, red Vans, a grey Ellesse midriff top and a red tartan scarf. My black Louis Vuitton matched, too, so I took it along for the ride. My purse contained my debit card and $1,250 cash, pictures of my mother and father, all the people that I had left behind to leave my depressing life of anonymity and day by day hope, and a 20% Chipotle voucher.

I caught the Subway to Times Square, just the same place I was not even 18 hours ago, with a boy I never knew.

Even if Ansel Elgort himself offered to whisk me away right now I wouldn't. Well, I probably would actually, but you see what I mean. Today was a me day. Not a me-hooking-up-with-someone, or me-making-money, a me day.

There was a huge Apple Store not too far from my location, so I walked there in around 10 minutes.

I had my iPhone, and I loved it, but I wanted more. And I could get more.

After browsing for little short of an hour, I ended up buying a MacBook Pro and an iPod Shuffle. I needed a laptop, and if I went jogging or anywhere really I needed to listen to music.

I had two big Apple Bags on my person as I left. (I don't know why I got a separate bag for my shuffle, but I did.) I was happy, oh so efferently happy.

I walked into Hollister next, a huge one that was far superior to the one we had in New Jersey back home. I picked up all of the vests I could find, patterned and thick strapped. They were $12 and all beautiful, so I bought all 6 in my size. I got all of the body sprays, and a cute crop top that was light blue and white Aztec. A jumper, fluffy grey and baggy, was my absolute must have, and for only $20 it would be my hidden persona, my sexy lingers hidden under a baggy hoodie.

My total was $170, small fry compared to the money I was bringing in. I was really liking this, actually.

I treated myself to a popcorn making machine and a retro arcade stand game, which had to be delivered sometime to my apartment, because I could, and because I thought they were reasonably priced for what I'd get. $1,000. So far I had spend about two grand, and I intended to spend maybe a couple more at the maximum. An IKEA haul, consisting of two shelves, six pot plants, two floor lamps, eight photo frames, a twisty desk lamp, a desk in a smooth dark wood and a pinboard came to $535, I knew it would all be part of my plan to furnish a home. My home.

My last purchase of the day was a dog bed, grand and tall. It was about the size of a chest freezer, except it was a soft and firm material that had a small dog-size door cut out to the left. It was grey, with blue threadwork and bows. I got this from a designer pet boutique, as well as a few diamanté collars, leaders and bowls.

Why?

Well, I've always wanted a companion and tomorrow seems like the day I will get a furry friend.

And quite possibly my only friend, for nobody wants to be friends with a teen prostitute...