I was already tired from the long flight here, but what made this worse was the heat wave I found myself in. This place was incredibly hot and no one else around me looked bothered by it other than me. It made me feel even more agitated.
Everyone was strolling around acting cool and excited like today was a good day. In my head, I was screaming loudly because today was probably the worst day of my life. Don't get me wrong, I have had my fair share of bad days, but it's not every day that your father sells you to his fellow gambler because he is in a debt crisis.
I know what you're thinking, how great could this debt be and just why am I the act of the payment?
Well, my father's creditor seems to have a mini crush on me, and apparently I am the best and safest way to get his money back. Not my father's houses, cars, or businesses, me. Not that my father's businesses amount to anything right now, because the truth is, they don't! He is dead broke, and my mother is on the verge on leaving him. I don't blame her, she has vehemently spoken against his gambling problem, but to no avail.
Now, here we are.