Chapter Seventeen

By the time I got back home my anger had fizzled down to just plain ole sadness. What was I going to do? I needed a job, one that paid enough to take care of all my expenses. I was alone. I had no one to fall back onto if I came up short on rent. I would just be kicked out of my home. But considering the fact that I wasn't actually a legal citizen, it made finding something as good as my last gig kind of hard.

I looked around my house then, taking it in. It wasn't a big place, one bedroom and one bathroom. But I liked it. I had a soft brown couch I had snagged from a flea market for only a hundred bucks, a flat screen TV I had bought from someone at work, posters on the wall, plants hanging from windows and tucked into corners. I had food in the fridge, all the things I liked and wanted. There were clothes in the closet, clothes I bought myself with my own money.

I liked my life as it was. It wasn't particularly interesting, but it was comfortable and made me feel safe. But without a j