The Struggle

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Could today get any worse? I just got a notification that the lease has run out for my grannies house. I don't have no type of way to pay rent. My mom dropped me at her house when I was born. She never came back either. Now at the age of 17 I, Aubrey Sutton am homeless.

I don't know where my mother or father are. My grandma left all of her money to me. My dad was my grandmas only kid. My granny told me my mom was a prostitute from Jamaica. She was even whoring when she was pregnant with me.

I can't get the money until I'm 18 and that's only 3 months away but in the mean time what do I do? The land lord told me I had one week to either pay up or get out. This is the second major person I had lost this month. My grandfather also died at the beginning of this month. He's Italian and my Grandmother is German. So my father was very much white. My grandfather let my granny a lot of money. Then shortly after she died and she left all of their financial belongings to me.

"Aubrey I don't know what to tell you.", Mr.Dawson said as he sorted papers on his desk. "Come on man! Please give me break. I'm a minor. No where to go. Please let me stay in the condo." I said in a begging tone. "Aubrey no! I can't do it. It's not right and it would bring me down." He said never even glancing at me. "Aight Mr. Dawson. I guess." I said as I left his office.

I went back upstairs to the condo. I don't know what imma do. I grabbed the house phone and called my best friend Kashayla. "Hey Aub what's up?" She said popping her loud bubble gum. "Girl trying to figure out how imma make some money to keep this condo or at least get an apartment of my own." I said letting out a deep sigh.

"Girl let me put you on game. You need to do what I do." She said in a real ghetto accent. "And what is that shay?" I said laughing at her. "Be a escort." She said. "Look just meet me on 6th street at the bus stop tonight. And test it out. I'll be with you the whole time." "Okay girl imma try it just because I trust you." I said then we hung up.

I looked in the cabinet to find something to eat. Wasn't much in there. We were supposed to go grocery shopping today. I just heat up some noodles. I sat in the house in my misery all day. My phone company called and said my phone is getting cut off in three days. I went from wealthy to rags in one day.

It was about 9:00 and Shay texted me and told me she was there. I went down the hall to my room and looked in my closet to find something to wear. I decided on some black fishnet tights, red shorts that barely covered my butt. And a red half tank top showing my belly ring with red glittery stilettos. I left my hair curly and put on some black and red make up.

I got on 7th and saw Shay. She looked like a straight up hoe. But I guess so did I. She had on a skin tight short as hell pink leather dress. She had on some pink stilettos to match. "Hey honey. You ready?" She said giving me a hug. "Honestly shay I'm nervous what if I don't make no money." I said. "Trust me girl. You're cute, funny, and mixed." These men gone be trynna wife you." Shay said making me laugh.

After a few minutes of us talking a car pulled up. It was some young white guys. They looked kind of rich. They rolled down the window and asked if we were a package. We said yeah and they said they would give us 800 dollars each. We got in the car and drove to a alley. We did out business and they drove us back to 7th street. They said we were so good they ended up giving up 1,000 each. I was soo happy and it wasn't even that bad. "Ooo shay I like this! I could get a day job and do this at night." I said.

Finally the night was over and I had collected over 3,000 dollars. I was so happy. When I got home I went straight to bed. I was so sore from all of that...

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 03, 2013 ⏰

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