im always bullied and teased by my classmates because im different from them. But its not my fault that i dont like to wear fancy clothings and such things. They are too uncomfortable and too girly for my liking. I prefer Jeans and Sweatshirts i like being covered up when i get the chance.
I dont socialize much with other people thats why they think im weird which leads for me to rhink that i really am weird. I dont talk much yet i am a literal bitch.
But my Mama told me before she died that being weird is unique. Being different isnt bad. And i believe her. But i know she would totally hate me if she knew what i was doing to myself.
I am currently packing up my things. I have to leave this house because the government would be taking it. I didnt get to pay for the bills since my mother died two months ago. I dont know any distant relatives so im alone. Which really sucks.
i dont even have a single friend. Could life be any more nicer?
There is no orphanage to take me in since im not a minor anymore. Im already 18 years old. Its a good thing that i atleast graduated from highschool. Its a tough life actually, having to mend for yourself. But i have to be strong if i wanna get through.
Im now done packing up my things. I really dont know where to go. I've grown up here in London ever since and i never left the place. Even for school trips. But i want to leave this place and go somewhere. Im looking for some adventure.
i sighed.
i took my wallet and looked if i had enough for atleast three days.
its got £200 well i guess that could get me through. i got to save a few money from my job.
i looked at the wallclock and its almost 6pm. tonight is my last day of work since i am gonna be leaving this place.
i took my bags and hailed a cab but before i got inside, i could feel two pair of eyes following my every move. when i look around i saw a guy wearing a hoodie near a tree. his eyes were covered but i know he was staring at me and it sent chills down my spine. I decided to ignore him and just went inside the cab.
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"oh, why do you have a bag Becca? you going somewhere?" sheila my 'manager' as she likes to call herself asked through the loud blaring music as she was looking at the sea of men drinking as they watch women dancing on the dancerloor.
"im leaving tomorrow. i already told Ashley that i'll be leaving." i said near her ear. She just nodded in understanding. She knows my story in life. She knows why i decided to get in this filthy job. But she is not my friend. She is just being nice to me because i give her loads of money depending on my performance.
i sighed.
i went to the dressing room and put my things in my cabinet. I took out my make-up kit and attire for the night.
it was a skimpy two piece. I stripped my clothes off and wore it.
it was color black and it only covers a minimum of my breast, sometimes i ask myself how come my tits are too big. I always wear these types of lingerie every night.
i looked at myself in the mirror. I always feel like trash when i wore these kinds of things. i put on some light make-up and sighed once again.
"you done?" Sheila asked as she took a peek inside.
"yeah, so who's it gonna be?" i asked her.
"Some new guy. But im sure you'll enjoy the night with him. The bloke is hot." thats what she always tells me. i just shrugged and wore a black dress and some stilleto and followed her outside.
