Damn, lemme say showering had bin refreshing, new clothes to wear felt refreshing, and good hair felt refreshing.
At the moment I was wearing:
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I walked out and yawned.
"Morning" I said.
"Hey" Sammy smiled.
"Hey" Skate said.
"What're the plans for today?" Hayes asked with a mouth full of cereal.
"Plans?" Skate asked.
"She's very organized" Hayes said, swallowing his food.
"I gotta go try and get a job. Luckily, today and everyday for a while you don't gotta do shit" I laughed.
"You're gonna try and get a job dressed like..." Sammy trailed off.
"I mean like a lame 11 year old job. Like walking dogs or CVS or something-I haven't finished high school or even college yet. There ain't much I can do" I sighed.
"Don't you dance?" Hayes asked.
"Yea, but only at the dance studio I go and get lessons from. I don't have any place to go and dance here, so there's no way I can get a job as a dancer now"
"But you're like-amazing at dance"
I sighed. "I know-what a shame. But if we're gonna do this all on our own...we gotta grow up. Dreams are just some childish fairytales bullshit. This is real. We're never gonna see our families again. We gotta learn to make it on our own"
"We could help you guys-" Sammy started.
"No...I'm sorry....I actually feel really bad about staying here. We don't need anymore help" I said before leaving.
Hayes's POV
"Whats up with her? She always so dramatic?" Skate asked after she left.
