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the window at the place I had called home as I drove to my new future. 

 " Now sing that all again and this time no mess ups or pauses." I had been in the studio for five hours now. 
 I began to sing, again. " Ohh tell me tell me. Why did you leave break weave. Hoooold onto lost memories.." I was done and I looked at the producer and studio worker. They nodded and I took the headphones off. 
 The studio worker left and the producer came in. 
 His name was Matthew and was the best producer out there. He sat next to me. 
 " You're doing really well. I think that you'll go all the way." he said. 
 I smiled to myself. " Really?" 
 " Oh yeah sure. You got it. Composer. The voice. The looks." each pause he moved closer. 
 I scooted away. 
 " Oh come on. This would get you even farther into life. And it would get me pretty far too." he smiled down at me. 
 I pushed him away but he grabbed me. " Stop!" I yelled hoping someone would hear. 
 " Shut up! Now come on be a good girl." he said holding me tighter. 
 I kicked up and he fell to the floor holding his stomach. I grabbed my wallet and ran. I vanished into the deep parts of L.A. And stopped. 
 I was back in the ghetto. 
 I was back where I started. 

 I huddled up next to a pay phone. I had called Christian ten times already. Each time he didn't answer. Alex sat with me, looking at me with concern. 
 I hummed softly, trying to sooth myself. What a Wonderful World played again and again. I held onto the song as if it were a life source. It was my life source. 
 I felt rejected and lost. I wanted to go back to the prison and stay there. At least there I knew I was safe. 
 Here I was lost. 
 I stood and grabbed the phone again. I dialed and let it ring. 
 Finally someone picked up. A giggling girl answered. " Hello." she laughed. 
 " Hi. Is Christian there?" I asked feeling lost even more by hearing a girl answer his phone. 
 " No. He's busy. Bye." there was more laughing and I didn't care much to know what "busy" meant. 
 I slammed the phone down and left. 
 It was over. I was meant for the streets. It was the only home I had. 

 I unfolded my coat and laid on top. The cold wind stung at my cheeks. The night engulfed me slowly as the last rays of light left the world. I longed for Christian and for love. It had been so long since I had felt that warm feeling of love from anyone. 
 My head hurt and I felt sick. I hated it all. My life was going nowhere and I'd be on the street for the rest of my life. 
 I also bubbled with hate. Christian was messing around with some girl right now while I died slowly in a dark alleyway. Things were just never balanced. 

             
         
             
       
 
               
                     
     
             
                 
                
                

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Publication Date: 11-03-2012

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