"I'm 16. The name is Joey and I'm a girl. I'm kind of short. I'm 5'5 and I dress like this on a regular. I have parents but at the same time, I don't. I have one sister and she's younger than me by a year. I can sing and dance and I pass all my classes.
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Is there anything else you'd like to know about me?" I looked up to an elder man with my hands in front of me. He sits there in silence for so many seconds making me nervous. "I want to hear you sing kid. Sing something." He smiled at me and I tried to think of a song off of the top of my head.
I can sing Shawn Mendes song In My Blood. "The man doesn't have all day." That's my caretaker. I begged her into letting me come here. I want to make big off of my voice and my talent.
"Help me. It's like the walls are caving in.
Sometimes I feel like giving up.
No medicine is strong enough someone helps me.
I'm crawling in my skin.
Sometimes I feel like giving up but I just can't.
It isn't in my blood."
"Very talented young lady. I think we got ourselves a star." He smiled and shook my hand and Ms. Carter stood out of her chair in rage. "I don't think so. I only came here because of her pitty bullshit of a story. And I'm also single and need a husband." She grabbed my wrist as the man walked around his desk.
"I don't think so. And you shouldn't curse at your child. I could have you arrested!" The man yelled in the woman's face as she released my wrist from her grip. I'm not sure if I'm even going to make this thing. This all seems unreal and I'm only a 16 year old with pretty long hair.
The two are going back and forth and I sneak away to the bathroom. Every time I listen to people scream in each other's faces it makes me want to cry or run away. That's why the school is so hard. My parents decided they didn't want me and my little sister so they threw us out on the street.
I accidentally ran into this really tall guy. He stops me and asks me how'd I get here and am I lost like I'm 3. "I'm not lost and I'm just walking away from an ordeal. Excuse me." I push past the tall guy and walked inside the ladies room. I fixed my eyeliner and eyebrows since that's the only makeup I like to wear.
I have the tiniest tattoo on my finger that says love in Korean but nobody knows besides me and my baby sister. I walk back inside the office and they are still yelling until... "Can you guys please shut the fuck up!?" I screamed getting sick of them screaming.
I feel like more of an adult than the both of them. "We are going home. Say goodbye to your little contract you fizzling, uncensored, and unwanted little-"
"I don't think I would finish that sentence if I was you." That tall guy again? Who is he? "See there's a camera in that top right corner right there. So I'd let go of her wrist right now mostly because you're leaving a bruise and there goes abuse." He stepped closer to us and pointed at the camera above her head.
