Ah, Monday, my favorite day of the week. The day that I didn't have any classes, only having to worry about working my maximum eight hour shift. Which I don't get everyday.
"Troy! Get up!" I semi-yell shaking him.
"Hmm?" He's still asleep.
"Troy! Oh my goodness, I just saw Stephen Curry come out from your program on TV C'mon let's go see!" I exclaimed, he popped up instantly.
"Really?" I raise my eyebrow. "Mommy why'd you lie to me?" He whined.
"Get up Troy-" I stated, totally ignoring his statement, he plopped back down onto the bed and grumbled.
"Up, now. I don't want to get in the bathroom before you" I walked out the bedroom and I hear him get off the bed grumbling his way to the bathroom.
I showered him and got him in his basketball shorts and a spider-man t-shirt with his all black adidas. He ate the little cereal we had left and I made him a half grilled cheese sandwich, I am even lucky to find the one slice of bread, if not Troy would have starved; I have no money for buying any more food at the moment, and the rental payment was due today.
I dropped Troy off at his program and rushed to the nearest bank do check the amount of cash I left to my name. I walked to the line and wait until I was called on.
"May I help whoever is next please?" I walked over to a short blond haired Russian woman.
"Good morning ma'am, how may I be of service to you?"
"I would like to check my account balance" she nodded.
"Put in your card and type in your PIN number" she instructed while I put in my card and typed my PIN number.
"Oh Janelle, okay give me a second - " she typed on her computer before informing "Alright, so account balance comes out to three hundred dollars even." I almost collapsed.
Only $300? How? How could I possibly have only $300? My rent is $750. How am I suppose to get $450 in less than 24 hours?
"Thank you" I mutter shaking all the way to my car.
There it is. I'm going to be homeless.
I drove to work, in the verge of tears. Where are my son and I supposed to live? I parked my car in the staff parking lot and walked in to the change room, leaving my bag in my locker then clocking in.
"You okay? Janelle" asked Derek, one of my concerned co-workers.
"Fine" I mumbled, he walked away while I head into the stock room, to get the food to stack.
As I stack up the food I couldn't help but burst into tears, what am I going to tell Troy, most importantly where are we gonna go? The building supervisor is very strict and this is not the first time the money has been incomplete.
Craig's POV
I walked into Walmart to get a few groceries, as I arrive at the canned food section I saw this girl, she was on the floor, her head down as if she was crying. She sniffs indicating that she was crying. I walk a little towards her, she turns her head and I realize that it was....
Janelle.
When she notice it's me she wipes her eyes, getting up stacking more canned foods.
Questions ran through my mind.
"Janelle?" I finally spoke up.
"What Craig? You want to laugh at me?" She replies as if she was about to burst out crying again.
