When we moved into the boyfriends house in El Segundo, is when I started to feel like a kid again, my mother and I didn't have much, there was a spare bedroom in the house that had a twin been with a head board where I could put my books and things. My mother placed my things in there, but I kept my pillow in the living room on the couch. The fact that no one has ever lived in that room kind of gave me the creeps.
I slept on the couch for a long time, with my pillow, I only went into to room when I needed to change my the cloths. The only thing I liked about the room was that is was close to the bathroom, and that the door slide, side by side when It opened and closed. I pretty much watched TV most of the time, I was a latch ley kid, and I was new in the neighborhood. It took me awhile before I found some friends, and my mother got to know the lady who lived next door, who had a son just a little younger than me. Things were starting to look up. Until that one day.
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My life as "Tuesday"
Non-FictionA story of one woman's life, a story of survival, from the streets of Los Angeles California to the stages of Hollywood. "Tuesday" was a dancer, working in a permissible, yet unregulated business, you'll find her story to be heart breaking, educatio...
