Then, I got a job, and moved out.
Jessica and I went to a school in the North.
We were happy.
We got letters.
I was happy.
Working at a bar, I saw Kevin with his friends.
He yelled, “Are you crazy?”
“Working at a bar? It’s dangerous.”
“You need money, or is it fun?”
I looked at him, “I’m not you.”
“I’m working.”
He grabbed my arm, “Stop!”
He grabbed my phone.
It was cheap, didn’t have a lock.
He got in easily.
“What are you doing! Give it back!”
He held the phone, tapping.
Then he grabbed his phone, and clicked.
“Stop!”
He put the phone in my hand.
A new friend.
A transaction.
Twenty thousand.
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Wow!
How long would it take to earn that?
I smiled.
I took it.
I wouldn’t quit.
Money was good.
He smiled, and touched my hair.
I moved away.
I thought: I’m washing my hair.
