I don't have much,not much food,not much clothes or much of a place to stay either,..well actually I don't have a place,not of my own anyway. I stay at a shelter every night,checking in at 4:00pm for a bed. And during the day,toting what little clothing and care items I have in my bag strung across me. I job hunt,though that has not led to much yet either. So you see I don't have much but hopefully that's about to change,because today I have an interview at a grocery store called, "The freshest and finest",known for having all fresh, and unprocessed food,which I like about them but their prices are so outrageous, just buying an apple from them is a special treat for the month.
I'm excited to see though what it's like working there,I hope to anyway.
I get dressed in the bathroom of the shelter,I at least get to shower each night here after checking in, though I don't like using the same shower as hundreds of others from off the street, it's icky,but what I have to do.
Thankfully today I won't have to wear my same jeans and T-shirt since tasha,one of the women who work here and who I've become friends with has gotten me some donated professional clothes to wear,a skirt and a blouse with a pair of plain black flats,I brush at my hair before pulling it back into a poofy ponytail, smoothing down my eyebrows, I sigh, looking at myself in the mirror,"well,this is the best I can do",I say to myself, and I do look nice,I owe tasha a big hug when I see her again.
We have a funny relationship which most of the time involves her putting up with my stubbornness,you see tasha has many times offered for me to stay with her but with no job and so no money to contribute,I didn't want to live off of her or something, so I declined and have continued to, much to her frustration. I don't like to be a burden or a charity case,I enjoy doing for myself so I fight to do so, though I may be poor. Though I'm not ridiculous,I eat at the soup kitchen and when clothes are offered I will wear them if I have to,to avoid having no clothes or food altogether.
You might be wondering how I got into this situation,.... well so am I.
I'm Cassandra and this is my story......
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untouchable
RomanceCassandra is homeless,although she is tough,(as she likes to remind herself and others with her stubborness),a stubbornness that keeps her untouchable as well. She lives day by day just hoping her needs for that day will be met. What will happen th...
