[A/N: The Anya in the story is NOT Minty! It's is a random name I picked for this OC]

Scowling Anya slammed her hands down on the desk that was covered in several of her own photographs, her blue eyes glistening in anger, "This is bullshit! You said you would pay £40 each photo, not £20!"

The manager of the local newspaper shook his head with disappointment, "I'm sorry Miss Atkinson but we have had to drop the prices we pay for photos, we just can't pay £40 per photo anymore, however I will do a deal for two sparrow hawk photos for £50".

"Forget it!" she shouted picking up all her prints and storming out the room, her camera bag hitting off her hip as she left the building, What Now?

Sighing Anya walked the cold streets back to her small flat, snow fell lightly on the late November afternoon. Her long chest length brown hair tucked tightly into her grey beanie hat, sheltering her ears from the bitter cold.
Even though the bustle of the German Christmas market was back in town, she didn't feel particularly festive.

Reaching her flat, she forced open the stiff flat door to find several brown envelopes on the doormat;

'Last Notice'

'Payment needed'

"Another lot of bills I will be unable to pay" She sighed placing the letters on the table with rest of the unopened envelopes. Looking through the many photos she had come back with, the frustration broke through and surfaced as tears. She had tried everything, contacted every newspaper, magazine and website possible and every response was the same;

"Sorry but people aren't interested in wildlife photos, even if they are as good as these, however we will buy them in bulk"

Always in bulk and always for prices that wouldn't even cover the price of the weekly food shop.
"You'll never make a living being a photographer Anya! It's not a job it's a hobby! You have the grades go to university" Her mothers words rang in her ears. Both her mother and father had disowned her years before when she had made the decision to move from the small town in the Scottish Borders down to Bristol.
At first it was a great move, the newspapers paid good money for wildlife photography and the odd event photo that Anya would take, but now no one seemed to care, it was all about celebrities and nude women.

23 years old, broke and soon to be homeless. Anya curled in a ball in the corner of the room, her knees tucked up tightly to her chest, "Tomorrow I will go out early and get away from everything" she thought to herself. Get away from her problems, but no matter where she went and how long she stayed out for, the problems would always be waiting, the tears streaming she cried herself to sleep.
Unbeknown that her luck was soon to change.

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