After all that I have been through with her. The smoking, the spending of the money on useless things, the constant nagging, the laziness, and her stupid decisions, I get kicked out. It isn't even fair to me because I did nothing wrong. She should be thanking for for trying to keep us off the streets. And she took back my fucking ring. What a bitch Jennifer is.
You know though, I can't blame her. I made some pretty stupid decisions too. I should've just told us about my concerns. After all, we were finally starting to get along. I'm just so angry right now that I don't know what else to say. I want to apologize to her, but at the same time, I feel as though I shouldn't give a fuck about her no more. Whatever, it's too late now, she already kicked me out.
I was only able to take the things that I could fit in one suitcase. What I ended up taking was 7 shirts, 7 pants, 2 shoes, my phone and charger, and my slut outfit. Damn that was a big suitcase. The thing that I'm most upset about not grabbing is my mini fridge. But in thinking about it, how the hell was I supposed to get a god damn mini fridge out of my fucking bedroom. No big deal though as I'm sure my new apartment will have it's on refrigerator. Oh shit I just realized, I don't have any food. Time to consult my small bank account and start working every day.
These apartments were actually something that I considered moving into for a short while. Even though you can't work at a normal business until you are 18, you can own that apartment at 15. They aren't even like apartments until you are 18, as you don't have to pay rent for them until you hit 18. I have almost a full year till I have to work, and by that point I can probably hit 5 to 6 guys a night. Even so, the concept design for these apartments is very weird. I told my mom that they were near the train station, when in actuality, their in the train station. The apartments themselves are hollowed out in the spot where the tracks are that you normally can't access. Pretty neat in my opinion.
You all are probably thinking that they're impossible to access but actually, that isn't the case. There is a stairwell that says the word janitor on there, and inside is where the apartments are. The original janitors office was turned into the area where they register you and allow you to get you're own place. Kind of like a listing office, except only 1 person is in there. That person is Cherry who is a very nice, elderly Asian woman. She was originally from Japan and moved here in 1969. I've talked to her multiple times about getting an apartment here so when I finally do, she's going to be very happy. How I know this is that the last time I visited, which was about a month ago, we had a nice conversation and some amazingly delicious chamomile tea.
After you speak with Cherry and gain full access to your apartment, she will give you you're key card, which not only opens you're apartment, but opens you're access to the apartment. Allow me to explain. There is another door across from Cherry's desk, which is the door to the apartments You need a key card in order to get into that room. From there, there are 3 floors, each with 20 apartments. You simply go to your apartment door and use the key card. Remember though, while the main door has access to every key card, your apartment only has access to your own.
"Oh finally, I made it here," I said to myself. It was time to get my new apartment.
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It has been two hours since my daughter left the apartment. God, I feel so guilty about leaving her on the streets like that. But Cheyenne was being rude and disrespectful towards me. She didn't even notice that it as been over a week since I've gone drug free. Well, other than red wine and vodka but that's different. She just lives on the past and doesn't focus on the present, it's one of the main problems with her.

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General FictionLet's face it, when your broke, you don't have many options. And that is what 16 year old Cheyenne Khalis had to realize when her grandfather past away, and left her and her mother without any financial means necessary to thrive in life. They're jus...