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Alysa opened the small cookie jar that her mother hid what money they had, it was money to support her habit, not to put food on the table or to put clothes on their backs. Her small hand slid into the opening, her fingers searched til the small wad of bills were found, grasping the wad she pulled it out and swiftly put the jar back against the wall. Her fingers combed through the ones and counted thirty five ones. “Well, it’s enough to get some groceries.” It would have been more if her mother didn’t trade the stamps for cash at a fifty cent loss on the dollar. Alysa couldn’t wait till the debit card system was up and running correctly for then her mother couldn’t swap the stamps for cash.
She looked over to the couch, her mother sprawled out in an obvious whorish way, a painful sight to see her mother in this condition, but it was coming more and more common everyday. Alysa was thankful that her mother’s customer was already gone before she got up, that would have been very awkward. She walked over to the couch and pulled the blanket over her mothers partial naked body. “Damn mom!” Alysa turned her head from the reeking smell of alcohol and cheap cigarettes. She hated this life, hated that her mother was this way but she didn’t know how to get them both out of this situation. Alysa even thought about running away, but just couldn’t bring herself to leave her mother in this hell hole.
The small alarm warned her it was time for school. She only had six more months left in high school before graduating, then she could go out and find a better job than the one she had now, working at the theater at nights helped to pay the rent and that was about it. Her dream of going to college to law school was just that a dream. She quickly grabbed her books and headed out the door.
The morning dew was heavy and damp to her skin as she had twelve long blocks to walk before she got to the school yard, and of course the route she had to take was the same one that many of the upper Manhattan students traveled on. She tried to keep her head down and slightly turned away from the road for there were always those ones that seem to rub the fact in that they have their own fancy cars to drive to school.
The day was it’s usual normal bullshit, and like everyday Alysa was glad when the three o’clock bell rang for their dismissal but this day was different in one way than normally, she had to go to the store and pick up the groceries. Half-hour later she was walking to the cashier, counting the money to make sure she didn’t lose any while at school. She had the cheapest stuff she could find that could be stretched over a few days, however when the cashier announced that the bill was forty dollars and fifty seven cents she gasped slightly, her eyes scanning over the goods trying to find one thing that would drop the amount lower than thirty-five. “Ummm. Can I have a minute I need to put something back, for I don’t have enough.” Alysa whispered hoping that the person next to her didn’t hear her, she shifted her eyes to see if the girl did and to her horror it was one of those upper Manhattan students!
Alysa opened the small cookie jar that her mother hid what money they had, it was money to support her habit, not to put food on the table or to put clothes on their backs. Her small hand slid into the opening, her fingers searched til the small wad of bills were found, grasping the wad she pulled it out and swiftly put the jar back against the wall. Her fingers combed through the ones and counted thirty five ones. “Well, it’s enough to get some groceries.” It would have been more if her mother didn’t trade the stamps for cash at a fifty cent loss on the dollar. Alysa couldn’t wait till the debit card system was up and running correctly for then her mother couldn’t swap the stamps for cash.
She looked over to the couch, her mother sprawled out in an obvious whorish way, a painful sight to see her mother in this condition, but it was coming more and more common everyday. Alysa was thankful that her mother’s customer was already gone before she got up, that would have been very awkward. She walked over to the couch and pulled the blanket over her mothers partial naked body. “Damn mom!” Alysa turned her head from the reeking smell of alcohol and cheap cigarettes. She hated this life, hated that her mother was this way but she didn’t know how to get them both out of this situation. Alysa even thought about running away, but just couldn’t bring herself to leave her mother in this hell hole.
The small alarm warned her it was time for school. She only had six more months left in high school before graduating, then she could go out and find a better job than the one she had now, working at the theater at nights helped to pay the rent and that was about it. Her dream of going to college to law school was just that a dream. She quickly grabbed her books and headed out the door.
The morning dew was heavy and damp to her skin as she had twelve long blocks to walk before she got to the school yard, and of course the route she had to take was the same one that many of the upper Manhattan students traveled on. She tried to keep her head down and slightly turned away from the road for there were always those ones that seem to rub the fact in that they have their own fancy cars to drive to school.
The day was it’s usual normal bullshit, and like everyday Alysa was glad when the three o’clock bell rang for their dismissal but this day was different in one way than normally, she had to go to the store and pick up the groceries. Half-hour later she was walking to the cashier, counting the money to make sure she didn’t lose any while at school. She had the cheapest stuff she could find that could be stretched over a few days, however when the cashier announced that the bill was forty dollars and fifty seven cents she gasped slightly, her eyes scanning over the goods trying to find one thing that would drop the amount lower than thirty-five. “Ummm. Can I have a minute I need to put something back, for I don’t have enough.” Alysa whispered hoping that the person next to her didn’t hear her, she shifted her eyes to see if the girl did and to her horror it was one of those upper Manhattan students!
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