To Forget it Ever Happened

To Get Tough~5

Grade: Nothin', I skipped college remember? Age: Still 17. Location: Las Vegas, Nevada 

"Hey baby," An old man called.

Oh shit. I twisted my head to the left in fear.

It was just like one of those horror movies that Jacob always forced me to watch.

There would be that one legged ugly man twitching, subtly asking the unsuspecting ignorant girl to get closer.

Over my dead body was I going to get clos-Oh no. My dead body! He was going to kill me. I'm going to die! I can't die.

I shouted on the top of my lungs, "I haven't even had my first kiss yet!!! I can't die!" I pumped my legs to as far off as they could take me. I ended up wandering near a fast food restaurant but when I turned over my shoulder, I caught him still sprinting towards me with determination.

I really just wanted to tug my hair out of its roots. This guy was persistant!

My heart was screaming for me to slow down but I kept pushing forward and soon, I felt a cramping pain in my stomach.

"No wait, baby!" I heard the same voice say urgently.

I cupped my hand around my mouth, "I don't want to kiss you!" I screamed and it echoed in the street. Some bystanders stared, "That's funny," I heard someone say with a laugh.

Really? Really? You assholes! Why won't anyone help me, this isn't funny!

I don't know what fate held against me but honestly, I just want to bake fate a pie and send it right away. I've been thinking lately that fate wants me to just keel over and die. 

Let me clue you in on the past couple of weeks. I've been sleeping on park benches everytime I wander near one. I know what your thinking. "Ew, she sleeps on benches, she must be dirty." For your information, I take short and necessary showers in public bathrooms at the mall, seriously you should try it. It's totally free! I mean, all the destitute kids do it. And you know about what they say when kids are called a word that you can't pronounce, they must be cool.

The only downfall was that you could get caught when you lived the way I did. Whenever a police officer would spot me I would lie and say that I was eighteen and that my gaurdians just recently passed away in a terrible car crash and then he'd feel sorry for me and warn me not to take showers at the mall again or sleep outside again.

I'd just resort to sleeping in playgrounds. Policeman never go to playgrounds. Their too busy at the near Dunken Donuts. Bazinga.  

But anyway,you know those slides with the whole swivelly turn thing and remember when someone would wait for you at the bottom to catch you?

Yeah. I slept in slides most of the time and hobos would sometimes creep there and fondle my feet. I don't know why, but a lot of homeless dudes that I've met such as Sparky, Mug, and Rudolph, have all had feet footishes. It was weird. 

I met Sparky one day when I was scavenging for some food in an overflowing trash can. My wish jar was empty and I spent a few nights in hotels but I blew all of the money playing in those slot machines. It wasn't my fault!

I'm in Vegas. The so called "Sin city". Did you expect me to become a nun?

Mumbling to myself on how I should've gone to college and how monasteries never have fun parties like I enjoy, I grinned when I found a half eaten turkey sandwich messily wrapped in some foil at the bottom of the trash can.

"That there's mine,"A husky and intimidating voice grunted threateningly.

I turned to look at a man with a Santa Claus beard that had leftover pieces of beef twisted in the hairs and I could've sworn I smelled some type of body odor that reminded me of piss, coming from his clothes. Taking a cautious step back, I said. "It doesn't have your name on it,"