~Angela~ "Here you go. Here's five-hundred fifty dollars. Take it,
now scram," a sixty-something year old man says, pulling up his
jeans and buttoning the top. "Get outta here!" he yells at me, as I
scramble away. Before you judge me, I nerd to tell you first a
little about me. I'm eighteen my name is Angela, and I prostitute.
I know what your thinking, "she's just a worthless little whore,"
or, "what a slut!" but I'm not. Well, I wish I wasn't. Both of my
parents died a little less than a year ago in a fire. My
grandparents took care of me and my little sister for awhile, but
then they had enough of us, and made us leave. I live with my
sister in a dumpy old apartment in the bad part of town now. For
awhile, I had enough money saved up to take care of the two of us,
but I began to run out. I looked for jobs everywhere- the local
bookstore, Target, McDonald's, and many other places, but nobody
would hire me- a girl just out of highschool that has never worked
a day in her life. My sister and I just couldn't survive without
much money anymore, so I turned to prostitution. I would do
anything to be able to stop selling my body, but I just can't. I've
been doing this for about four months, and it has got us by. It is
very dangerous though. Every time I do anything for someone, there
is a risk I might get killed, or fatally injured. I've gotten
bruises, scratches, black eyes, and a broken wrist, but nothing
fatal. I'm just always scared that someday - somehow - I will never
come home to my sister. I walk down the road, wrapped up in my
cheap, thrift store coat, covering my skimpy little black dress,
and finally reach my apartment building. I reach in my pocket to
grab my keys, then open my apartment's door. "Angela," I hear a
groggy little voice calling,"is that you?" "Yes Annie, it's me. Go
back to sleep. You've got school tomorrow." After I say that to
her, she doesn't mutter another sound. I quietly peace in to the
bathroom and slip my coat and dress off. I reach on top of the
toilet seat & put on what Annie left out for me - she always
leaves me something to change in to for when I get home. She left
me short plaid shorts, and an old grey sweatshirt that was my moms.
Even though she Passed on ten months ago, I spray the perfume she
used on the sweatshirt every single morning. It smelled sweet -
just like roses. I just wish she was here now, so I could smell it
on her and not some old sweatshirt. I miss her so much. I rinse off
my face with some cool water, then hop in the bed next to Annie.
She is fast asleep. I would give anything to be her - 10 years old,
innocent, sweet, kind, forgiving, smart - she is perfect. I really
hope she doesn't turn out like me. I want her to have a good life.
I want her to be able to go to college, fall in love, get married,
have kids, a good job, and just a good life.
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