What you don't know

Stripper

VANESSA

I stare at my reflection in the mirror. What happens to me? One minute I'm in high school on the honor role and president of almost every club on campus, and the next minute I'm dancing on a pole in front of at the most a few hundred people a night. My life has taken a drastic turn these past couple years, and I would do absolutely anything to get my old life back, my old friends back, my family back.

"You're on in less than a minute Rose, be ready." My boss Steven says breaking me from my thoughts. Rose is my stage name I don't remember how it's was made, but I just went along with it. I nod in response and I apply my red lip stick and remove my robe revealing my glittery lingerie before stepping out on stage. The audience is chanting my name as I slowly walk over to my least favorite object in the world. The pole. I dance for the roaring crowd , give a couple lap dances, and even got hit on a few times before my horrid degrading day is over.

"You were killer tonight Rose." Lace a fellow stripper compliments.

"Thanks, so were you." I didn't actually pay attention to Lace tonight but I just assumed she did great.

"How much you make?" She asks.

"Like two grand." I say blankly.

"Two grand! That's more then I make in a week." She says reacting to my lack of interest.

I shrug." Look I'm going to head home. See you tomorrow." I get dressed in normal clothes and I head home to my empty lonely apartment. This is definitely not I pictured my life when I was younger. I walk like a zombie to my bed and I land face first on my pillow. I would really like some companionship right now. Maybe I should get a cat. No I can't get a cat, my neighbors will start to call me cat lady. How about a boyfriend? Nah, no respectable guy wants to date a stripper. I guess Jonathan was right having brains doesn't make you perfect, because I feel anything but perfect right now. Jonathan bullied me almost everyday since the fifth grade. He use to call me names and played unfunny pranks on me. I wonder where he is now. Probably making someone else's life miserable. I wouldn't say I hate him, but I really dislike his personality. Wait why am I even thinking about that jerk off?

I look over at my clock. It's five thirty six in the morning. I need to at least attempt to get some sleep because my dream land will put me out of my miserly for a short amount of time.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I scream at the top of my lungs in my pillow. I feel a little better now.