I scrape the rest of my almost non-existent dinner off my plate, and turn on the television. I watch to see if I'm picked, but I doubt it, it would be one in a million shot. I don't want it though. The only reason I did it was so my step - mother would stop hurting me and my little sister, and now I'm alone, too old to be taken the child custody custody,living by myself,and barely surviving. Somehow I'm still considered a 5, which has been a blessing. People still hire me to sing. "Mae Galling from Honduragua, a 5," my picture flashes up on screen and quickly dissappears to showcase the next girl. My stomach drops and I almost lose my food. That's when the phone calls start to drizzle in, I bet the ones at the other girls houses are coming in floods and storms. I guess no one cares about the not really 5 from Honduragua. ----------------- I awake today with a knock at my door. I quickly run a brush psays he'll talk to me tomorrow, when I'm scheduled to leave for Angeles. Apparently people are having a party for me as I leave, I know this when my step-mother comes to the door.
