Her

Chapter 1

In a town like this your whole reputation was based on what side of town you were born on. If you were born on the rich side you were treated like a god, but if you were born on the poor side you were treated like trash.

The walk back home seemed to go by slower then the walk from home. After working five hours in high heels Rosalina's feet hurt like hell and she only ended up making seventeen dollars and five cents. She turned her neutral smile into a small pout as she continued on her way. She began to sing a soft lullaby from her childhood as she wrapped her arms around her self. I'll be home soon Rosalina thought as she watched the traffic light switch from green to yellow.

Everyday seemed to be the same for Rosalina. She would get up, go to work, come back home,help around the house and then every night she would stare at the ceiling thinking about what others were doing till she fell asleep. Then she would wake up and repeat it all again. To be honest she was more tired of repeating the same things everyday rather then not getting any sleep.

Her small town reminded Rosalina of a book she once read. She never got to finish it and could barely read it at all because she didn't get a good education. The book was about to rivals, the greasers and the socs and in her cause she would have been a greaser even though she didn't see herself as a tough person. Rosalina may not rob houses or steal things, but she was poor and lived on what people called the 'wrong side of town'.

When Rosalina finally reached her small house she fumbled with the key and the lock for a few minutes before unlocking the door.

"What's a pretty girl like yourself on this side of town?" The voice rung out, filling the empty soundless street with an unpleasant noise. The two passengers laughed like the driver had just told the greatest joke of all time. Rosalina turned to see who it was and was greeted by two boys and a girl in a fancy white mustang. She cringed at the way the driver said 'this side of town'.

Instead of answering the rich children she turned back around and when inside her small, but comfy house. A light sigh left Rosalina's lips as she fell into the rough textured sofa and closed her eyes.

"Another day, another dollar" She whispered to herself as she put the seventeen doors and five cents on the coffee table.