"I just took a DNA test turns out I'm 100% that bitch"
- Lizzo

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I woke up bright and early today. Okay, it was nine in the morning but that's still bright and early for me considering I wake up at two in the afternoon.

After realizing that I couldn't get five more minutes of sleep I fully woke up and went to the bathroom.

After killing about five roaches I took my toothbrush from its package and started to brush my teeth. After banging on the faucet about three times the water finally started running.

Once I finished brushing my teeth and showering I went to my clothes bag that was in the corner of my 'room'. I went through it with what I wanted to wear in mind.

I picked out the black and white pants, a white blouse, and a black and gold trench coat. I took out the handbag that was in the bag along with a red bottom black shoes, a watch, and black earrings.

The clothes that I have on isn't for me. It's for my foster mother. That's what she wore whenever she would go to the club to rob drunk men.

She wore professional clothes so that the men can think she's an important person. She mainly went after the CEOs and the lawyers.

When I was packing I took it from her closet since I knew I would be needing it for job interviews.

I looked in the mirror and smiled. I don't know how these clothes fit her. The pants, shirt, and trench coat is a small while she's a large.

I don't know why I look better in other people's clothes but not my own. Their clothes hit different.

These clothes don't have a smell to them either. No weed, alcohol, cum, or dick. The only thing she kept clean was the clothes that she wore to the nightclubs.

I took my hair out of its pineapple and let it down. After my hair finally decided to cooperate I put it in a ponytail and took my bag, leaving my apartment.

"Damn she looks fine. Aye ma let me get ya number"

Someone shouted as I walked down the stairs. I ignored him and kept on walking. I heard his footsteps following behind me causing me to walk faster.

"Don't act like you don't hear me. I know you want to turn around sweet cheeks"

He said trying to catch my attention. I sat down at the bus stop and pretended likd he didn't exist.

"Don't act like you're too good for me. We live in the same filthy apartment complex and you're taking the bus"

"If you don't get away from me I will take out the gun that's in my purse and bust a cap in your ass"

I don't even have the heart to look at a gun but he don't have to know that. It's the thought that counts.

"It don't matter baby. I have five bullet wounds on my butt cheeks already so what will one bullet do to me"

I sighed and leaned on the bench. He took a seat next to me and started singing the off key version of Bazzi's song mine. He was leaning in to kiss me but I pulled away.

"You know I'm sixteen right?"

"Sixteen sixteen or like sixteen and skipping a year and immediately turning eighteen sixteen?"

"Sixteen about to turn seventeen sixteen"

He slowly started taking a step back. He put his hand up in defense and ran away. It's a good thing that I'm short and have a very youthful face.

Once the bus came I took a seat in the corner, away from all the crackheads. They were having a dance battle while they ate a turkey leg. That seems fun.

When the bus came to a stop I got off and walked fast. Before I left the bus I heard one of the crackheads say that he's going to shoot up the bus.

Everyone else tried to get out but the bus driver closed the doors and jumped out the window.

After the traumatic experience I just went through I took a few minutes to collect my thoughts. A crackhead eating a turkey leg could've shot me.

As I walked around California all I saw was 'we're hiring' signs hung up on the windows. Everytime I try to walk in one of the hiring places someone took the sign off. When I walked away I could see the sign being hung back up again.

I've been roaming the streets for about four hours now and I only been to one interview. It was at McDonald's. They said that they'll call me but I could tell by the look on the lady's face that I didn't get the job.

I didn't want that job anyways. Their ice cream machine always broke and their sandwiches be squished.

But, the sad thing is that I couldn't get a job at McDonald's. Everyone and their momma works at McDonald's.

After ordering a dollar hamburger I continued on my journey. Right now I've been walking for about thirty minutes. I reached a big street where I stopped so the cars can pass. On the other side was a bunch of people with suits on walking in and out of a huge building.

I lifted up my head, trying to take in the whole building. It took me a while to fully see the whole building. It was about twenty five to thirty feet tall. The top of the building read De La Cruz, inc. in big bold letters.

Should I go in there and see if they're hiring?

"Yes bitch, you got this. Nobody in there is better than you. If anything you have the possibility of becoming their boss"

I tried telling myself. Even though only a small part of me believed what I was saying I crossed the street and made my way to the building.

The moment I walked in I felt the ac hit my face for the first time since I was on the air plane to California. McDonald's ac was broken when I came for my interview.

This type of air felt different though. That's that rich people air conditioning.

"De La Cruz inc, please hold. De La Cruz inc, please hold. De La Cruz inc, please hold. De La Cruz inc, please hold. De La Cruz inc, please hold."

That's all the receptionist was saying. It's like she's a broken record. Her actions didn't change not one time. Her fingers hit the same button on the phone that was on her desk.

"Good afternoon how many I help you?"

The receptionist said after she put about twenty more people on hold. Her head was down as she wrote down some dates on a calender.

"Good evening. I wanted to ask is there a job opening available here"

"No I'm sorry but, if you can give me your name and email so I can reach you when we do have a job position available"

I nodded my head and wrote down my information on the piece of paper that she gave me. It's a good thing I made another email before I left to California because I'm pretty sure no one would want to hire me.

My email used to [email protected].

"Thank you ma'am we will get back to you soon"

I nodded my head and walked out. As I was on the bus I couldn't help but think about how I'm going to pay my bills. I knew that finding a job would be hard but I didn't think it'll be that difficult.

All those years of taking AP and dual enrollment classes, where I was in high school and college at the same time, didn't pay off not one bit. Graduating college at nineteen did nothing for me.

On my walk to my house I ignored the crackhead that was walking his pet rock and alligator and made my way to my apartment. He generally looked happy walking them down the street.

After a few kicks to my door it finally opened. The lights were already on. When I opened the door two figures froze in the living room. I let out a scream causing them both to go jumping out the window. After I finally snapped out of it I walked in.

Those two took the only water bottles I had left in fridge, the frozen sausage that was in the microwave, and the roach that was stuck on the lollipop stick. I'm kinda happy about the lollipop thing since I never got around to throwing it away.

With a sigh I walked into my room and placed my bag on the floor. Afterwards I took the soap that was on top of my bookbag and walked into the bathroom. I stepped Into the dirty and cracked tub and took a quick shower.

After I was done I wrapped one of my oversized tee shirts around my body that served as a towel and walked out. I changed into my basketball shorts, that had holes in it, and my white plain tee shirt. When I was done I just stood still.

I want to live the lavish life but my bank account not set up that way.

Maybe I should just go back home. Even though I was being abused and neglected I at least had a place to sleep and some food to eat.

I shook my head and tried to get rid of that thought. I don't want to go back to my old life. Even though things are hard they won't stay that way for long.

With that in mind I walked over to my sleeping area and pulled the blankets. I let out a gasp when I saw what was in front of me. More like the lack of what was in front of me.

Those bum ass niggas took my cardboard box bed.