Chapter Eleven

Athena

While running I started replaying his words over and over in my head. Yes, I was mad that he thought so low of me. But I was more mad at myself too, that I did it to myself. When I became a dancer it wasn’t because I loved it at the beginning. No, I did it because I wanted to break the stigma of strippers. I wanted to show that even though someone dances naked for money that she was a hustler who makes her own bank. Or it was a fallback plan just in case all else fails. But here in the new age, it has changed compared to when we were younger. Wolves were centuries old, but us? We were just younglings. We had so much to figure out and if we compared the old age to the new age. We were living a pretty great life. Our ancestors worked so hard for us to not act like we were wenches in a tavern. Being a stripper was more of empowerment, but it was a hard pill to swallow that not everyone is going to agree with what you do. I