Huff...huff...huff I can't run any longer. I ran like eighteen blocks! I can't stop gasping for air. Come on me keep runny a little bit longer come on. Oh hey I bet you are wondering what am I doing right now. Well I am running for my life. I'm running from a mean dude in a business suit and the cops! No joke. What doesn't make sense is all I did was pick up a penny and then got a used of stealing! Wait...wait...wait let me start from the beginning. One day ago. Hi I'm Emily Foster I'm a normal senior at Oakland high. But to everyone else I'm a poor girl or a slave ,and another one of there victims. They all say I'm pretty but too bad she's poor or she would be the queen of this high school. But all the sudden they started hurting me every day. They would punch me and kick me. The teachers would not even stop them. They would just watch. They don't give a crap about me. They would also strip most my cloths off and say dance for some money poor slut. All of those miserable moments was because of me being poor. They are all rich princesses and prince. Some think as themselves as gods. My life is sad, stressful, painful i wish I could escape. I feel so trapped and alone. At least I got my mom with me. One thing is I don't want to go back to school. I begged my mom to home school me but she said she needs to work so we can eat. She said you will return to school Monday. My whole world collapsed. It was so hard to live life what if I just end it all. I sat down at the old brown table and looked down and saw a silver shinny knife. I am no good no one loves me. I am a disease to everyone. I looked up at my mom and she was looking always so I grabbed it. I ran into the bathroom and shut the door and locked it. Then I looked down at the knife and put it up to my throat and saw my reflection. And I dropped the knife. Cling. what am I doing just giving up that easily. I don't want those snobby bitches to win. That's when it hit me. I will beat them in life, I will soon become more richer than they are. But how? I will marry into a wealthy family. I sprinted into the kitchen and told my mom about the idea she likes it. Then she got an idea. She said tomorrow you will go across the street to the strip club. Then show off your stuff to a rich guy then bang there is your hubby. I was intrigued in the plan. Let's do it! But mom what am I going to ware? She ran into her room and squatted down to the floor and pulled out a shopping sack. She held out the bag and said take it I got this for you and your future hubby. I looked inside and omg. Those were the most revealing cloths I have ever seen. It was cloths that strippers ware. It was all hot red and shinny fabric. There was 8in heel boots that went half way up my thigh. And a thong and a bra-ish looking thing. It for sure didn't cover up a lot of my boobs. Then finally a black lace chocked necklace. She looked in the mirror and she looked hottttt. Her hair was a beautiful shade of brown and it was long and shiny.her figure was perfect like a models but she has thickness too. Her mom yelled go to bed you've got a big day ahead of you tomorrow. You might just find your soul mate!
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