My Hard Life

~Prologue~

My name is Catalina; I'm 17 years old and about to finish high school. I live in a small apartment in Brooklyn, New York, all by myself. My parents die when I was 9 years old so I had to move with my uncle and aunt. It wasn't a pleasent visit; my uncle would make me sleep with him and he would touch me and my aunt would hit me constantly. I couldn't run away because I was too small but when I became 16 years old I moved out. I found this small apartment but I couldn't find a job.

I  become very desperate to find a job because if I didn't, I wouldn't have this apartment. I became a stripper; I never want to expose too much of my body because I always wanted men to respect women. I didn't like that a man would fall for a woman for their body. But I guess when desperate times call for desperate measures

I took a quick shower and put on my dark denim jeans and my pink tank top. I grabbed my cheap phone that looks like those fake ones. I looked at the time and I was running late. My boss would scream at me. I jogged down the dirty stairs and headed to the lobby. It had graffiti on the walls, the street was dirty and had some red-black blood stain on the floor. I ran down the the lonely streets to the strip club. It was around 9 o'clock so the sky is pitch dark with the little stars sparkiling.

As I run I see people sleeping on the streets and at any time that could be me because I'm running low on cash. People haven't gone lately to the strip club so I'm not getting that much money. The worse part is that I don't have no one to depend on; I learn that people wouldn't help you. In this life you have to be independent and be ready for anything life hits you.

In other words, my life isn't what you would call a fantasy but I'm ready for anything life has instored for me.