I walked out the door with messy hair and my clothes placed sloppily. I quickly walked down the driveway and onto the sidewalk that gave me chills and left small sand grains on my heel. "Come back again, karma!" Jeff, I think that's his name, said.
I didn't look back. I just walked as fast as I could to my small apartment building. I didn't want to become a hooker or somebody's one-night stand. But I had to pay the bills. No body would hire me and my parents kicked me out two years ago.
I have no money except for my stash and my rent money. My stash is over $9,000.
But I'm not saving for just the fun of it. I've been doing extra hours and it's usually at night. Why extra hours?
I'm pregnant.