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The Poor One's True Future
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I read it once, then twice. I wasn't imagining it - I had won the lottery! What the - I was so shocked. I am a street gambler and I do enter for the lottery but since, by virtually all my life that I've lived on the street, I've never won the lottery. I am beyond happy I can't even explain this feeling. In your face Diane, I am so gonna show her.
🙄You wanna know? well, Diane is sort of the street queen. She runs a brothel were all the guys visit including Adam and Jake my besties. I don't really 🤷🏻♀️know what I did wrong, but Diane has always been onto me, looking for ways to make me feel bad about my self. If you ask me though 🤨 I've seen the way she looks at Jake and Jake kinda likes me so... But he's a shy guy, he can't own up to his feelings. Adam's the outspoken one but he, he can't stick to one girl, never. He's a male bitch, Diane's number one customer.
My parents had a divorce when I was 4, I have a really good memory. Mom left, she turned lesbian👩❤️💋👩. Plus, I was a burden to her, she didn't have the time to take care of a child so she left. I don't really blame her, I was and still am very stubborn and naughty. Dad couldn't bear it 🤦🏽♂️ so he ditched me as well in the house we stayed in. I still don't know why no one collects rent. I met these 2 crazy guys as I ventured into the streets.
We live life as it comes, I look for trouble, we beat them up, take all their money and get food and some smoke. we gamble as well, pickpocket, and lottery is a guys thing, but, you might as well call me a guy😏 I am a tomboy that's why I don't feel the same way for Jake and for anyone else.
My parents took all the love. I try this lottery thing always but As Always, luck is never on my side, I have to work for all I have, anything gotten by luck is not for me, but it seems it's all about to change.
I took time to clean myself up today, it's a happy day after all. I washed my hair with soap, ew, the water is pitch black. When last did I wash? when I cash out, I'll be getting shampoos. I opened my closet, for the first time I saw rags. is this me, Diane or the money I won? nonetheless, I picked out my best leather pants, a black crop top, my leather jacket and worn out boots. No matter how tomboyish I am, I will never cut my hair. after 24 years of my life, my hair length is at my waist. I brushed it and admired the lustre. wow, it looks so much better even though the street dirt and stench of smoke is not fully out of it, it still looks good but I bet it will look better with some treatments. I put on my head warmer as always. I grabbed my packet of cigarettes and slid them in my pocket I called Adam.
"Bitto whats good" Adam hailed from the other end, I sti don't know why he and Jake insist on calling me that, I'm used to it anyways.
"Yo man, you ain't gonna believe it" I said happily
"what's up? kill the suspense"
"u and Jake, meet me up at the Finchley casino"
"what? how did you get a chance to be there? speak! if not that we're on phone, I would have reached into your lungs and brought out those words, never mind. we'll be there"
I locked the door and ran downstairs, I looked in the mirror at the barbershop,I am beautiful, but I look so..so.., sigh. I look so unkempt like a real street rat that Diane calls me. what DOES Jake see in me that I don't?
I usually take the subway🚇 cuz thats how street freaks like us travel, but I decided to take a bus. some of the neat kids looked at me wierd but I was neat today so, they didn't castigate me. I went to the back and took a quiet seat by the window, as we crossed the ghetto, the middle class then the high class area, Beverly Hills. I wondered what it would be like to live among them,maybe I'll buy a house. I dropped in front of the casino, looked at the sign, at God, somehow, I feel he does exist and I breathed and opened the door. The bouncers flinged me out like a piece of trash saying I don't belong there.
"let me in! I won the lottery Flinchley organized, it's me, I have the winning numbers, hey listen to me, open up! here's my..." I dipped my hand into all my pockets. I AM really unlucky. I forgot the ticket , the proof. after paying how many bucks for a bus? I walked down the road and boarded Subway. when the conductor came over, I wedgied him and pulled his hair, I pulled down his pants and almost his boxers before he let me be. I ran out of the house again toward the subway with my ticket clenched in my hand when Jake's call came in "you Bits, where are you? we're in front and we're scared to go in" he asked " uh, o forgot someone but I'm on my way, please wait for me" I ran into the train just before the doors closed. I sat panting, then a guy seated near me holding a Bible said "That which you long for, you wont find till you go through the right way" he then looked away and I'm like, the f-ing sh*t is this guy? he shouldn't just spoil my mood. I ignored him totally and looked at my hands, holy sh"t, sweet mot**rf***ing, where is my ticket? I turned to that guy, did he just say that to distract me? "yo-yo don't think you can just come and take my lottery ticket and go like that. hand it over. hand it" but he would budge so I searched his Bible, his shirt and his pants, who cares if I touched his private area, he's not the first but he was clean, I angrily threw him out at the next stop
"it's yours, but you won't get it till you do the right thing" he yelled after me. at that, I also came down and asked him what he meant. " Lady, you've suffered a lot. the life you are living is not yours. God is ready to give you your life, but not in this state. Repent and it is yours" he left. What is this asshole saying? I ain't bad, just cuz I smoke and gamble? I'm a sinner? Am I God? Am I? I looked up like I saw him but I saw nothing,I then looked in front and I saw a poor kid pick up a hundred dollars "yay!mom, we'll finally have food to eat. I took a bench and thought. what do I want this money for? more smoke? more drinks? Guns and daggers? buy some new clothes and show them in Diane's face so she can see...nah I'm not sexy. give to the boys to f**k more bitches? no, this isn't the life I want forever. I'm actually a really good dancer but it's really on some street stuff either for money, fun or to create distraction so others can steal. I can actually get a better life and encourage the guys to do so as well. Adam, would be really good for the CIA, Jake, cassanova, maybe acting, no, then he'll have to kiss some other chick. wait! am I jealous no. My phone drifted me from my thoughts , it's Jake
"no offense... hey man" seems like Adam took the phone"There's certainly an offense. Do you know how long we've been standing here? if you don't get your behind out here and break the suspense, I'm leaving. seeing all these fanciness is making me sick"
" I'll be..." a train stopped in front of me and opened, some guy dusted something off his shoes and holy jeez that's my ticket. I rushed down there and grabbed it. he looked at me wierd and left . I looked up, wait, did my good thoughts bring this back? I quickly boarded the train and joined the guys. The bouncers let us in and I claimed my 2000 dollar prize.
"Bitto! you go man" Adam carried me up "Adam, she's a girl, congrats Bitto" Jake hugged me and I looked at him, something inner drew me to him, his blue eyes, perfectly pointed nose, his dark but supple...oh no I'm already kissing him. it tastes so good, I didn't want to stop, he bit my lower lip and I moaned, our tongues continued the exploration.
"goodness guys, here? now? " Adam made us break the kiss
"chill dude, it's a casino, it's what people do here"
" I know but we haven't talked about that doe yet. what are you gonna do with it Bitto?" I smiled after Adam's question.
I then encouraged my friends and we went to a therapist. we all decided we did all that cuz, we had no choice. it's how we brought ourselves up. But we decided to come change. Adam joined the Army, I joined my dream dance group, The Kaffinators, and Jake, yep, we got married and he became my manager. Everyone has a potential in them, something in your life to make you better. we shouldn't waste our lives living without aim, killing others for money which we have no good use of. we can make our society a better place, the street punks of today influence the street punks of tomorrow. if we stop it now, we can eradicate it. and, poverty is not a crime, but in poverty, we should learn to live with dignity and focus on making our lives better instead of drowning in street life. That's why I started this awareness program, for the poor and parentless for those who wish to make their lives better. With Ellie's Foundation, we can make tomorrow ours and make it Better." I finish my opening speech and left the pulpit. and yup,my real name is Ellie and if you're wondering, I'm still a tomboy. and I don't know about Diane, but I pray she gets my message and changes for the better.
© Katie
I read it once, then twice. I wasn't imagining it - I had won the lottery! What the - I was so shocked. I am a street gambler and I do enter for the lottery but since, by virtually all my life that I've lived on the street, I've never won the lottery. I am beyond happy I can't even explain this feeling. In your face Diane, I am so gonna show her.
🙄You wanna know? well, Diane is sort of the street queen. She runs a brothel were all the guys visit including Adam and Jake my besties. I don't really 🤷🏻♀️know what I did wrong, but Diane has always been onto me, looking for ways to make me feel bad about my self. If you ask me though 🤨 I've seen the way she looks at Jake and Jake kinda likes me so... But he's a shy guy, he can't own up to his feelings. Adam's the outspoken one but he, he can't stick to one girl, never. He's a male bitch, Diane's number one customer.
My parents had a divorce when I was 4, I have a really good memory. Mom left, she turned lesbian👩❤️💋👩. Plus, I was a burden to her, she didn't have the time to take care of a child so she left. I don't really blame her, I was and still am very stubborn and naughty. Dad couldn't bear it 🤦🏽♂️ so he ditched me as well in the house we stayed in. I still don't know why no one collects rent. I met these 2 crazy guys as I ventured into the streets.
We live life as it comes, I look for trouble, we beat them up, take all their money and get food and some smoke. we gamble as well, pickpocket, and lottery is a guys thing, but, you might as well call me a guy😏 I am a tomboy that's why I don't feel the same way for Jake and for anyone else.
My parents took all the love. I try this lottery thing always but As Always, luck is never on my side, I have to work for all I have, anything gotten by luck is not for me, but it seems it's all about to change.
I took time to clean myself up today, it's a happy day after all. I washed my hair with soap, ew, the water is pitch black. When last did I wash? when I cash out, I'll be getting shampoos. I opened my closet, for the first time I saw rags. is this me, Diane or the money I won? nonetheless, I picked out my best leather pants, a black crop top, my leather jacket and worn out boots. No matter how tomboyish I am, I will never cut my hair. after 24 years of my life, my hair length is at my waist. I brushed it and admired the lustre. wow, it looks so much better even though the street dirt and stench of smoke is not fully out of it, it still looks good but I bet it will look better with some treatments. I put on my head warmer as always. I grabbed my packet of cigarettes and slid them in my pocket I called Adam.
"Bitto whats good" Adam hailed from the other end, I sti don't know why he and Jake insist on calling me that, I'm used to it anyways.
"Yo man, you ain't gonna believe it" I said happily
"what's up? kill the suspense"
"u and Jake, meet me up at the Finchley casino"
"what? how did you get a chance to be there? speak! if not that we're on phone, I would have reached into your lungs and brought out those words, never mind. we'll be there"
I locked the door and ran downstairs, I looked in the mirror at the barbershop,I am beautiful, but I look so..so.., sigh. I look so unkempt like a real street rat that Diane calls me. what DOES Jake see in me that I don't?
I usually take the subway🚇 cuz thats how street freaks like us travel, but I decided to take a bus. some of the neat kids looked at me wierd but I was neat today so, they didn't castigate me. I went to the back and took a quiet seat by the window, as we crossed the ghetto, the middle class then the high class area, Beverly Hills. I wondered what it would be like to live among them,maybe I'll buy a house. I dropped in front of the casino, looked at the sign, at God, somehow, I feel he does exist and I breathed and opened the door. The bouncers flinged me out like a piece of trash saying I don't belong there.
"let me in! I won the lottery Flinchley organized, it's me, I have the winning numbers, hey listen to me, open up! here's my..." I dipped my hand into all my pockets. I AM really unlucky. I forgot the ticket , the proof. after paying how many bucks for a bus? I walked down the road and boarded Subway. when the conductor came over, I wedgied him and pulled his hair, I pulled down his pants and almost his boxers before he let me be. I ran out of the house again toward the subway with my ticket clenched in my hand when Jake's call came in "you Bits, where are you? we're in front and we're scared to go in" he asked " uh, o forgot someone but I'm on my way, please wait for me" I ran into the train just before the doors closed. I sat panting, then a guy seated near me holding a Bible said "That which you long for, you wont find till you go through the right way" he then looked away and I'm like, the f-ing sh*t is this guy? he shouldn't just spoil my mood. I ignored him totally and looked at my hands, holy sh"t, sweet mot**rf***ing, where is my ticket? I turned to that guy, did he just say that to distract me? "yo-yo don't think you can just come and take my lottery ticket and go like that. hand it over. hand it" but he would budge so I searched his Bible, his shirt and his pants, who cares if I touched his private area, he's not the first but he was clean, I angrily threw him out at the next stop
"it's yours, but you won't get it till you do the right thing" he yelled after me. at that, I also came down and asked him what he meant. " Lady, you've suffered a lot. the life you are living is not yours. God is ready to give you your life, but not in this state. Repent and it is yours" he left. What is this asshole saying? I ain't bad, just cuz I smoke and gamble? I'm a sinner? Am I God? Am I? I looked up like I saw him but I saw nothing,I then looked in front and I saw a poor kid pick up a hundred dollars "yay!mom, we'll finally have food to eat. I took a bench and thought. what do I want this money for? more smoke? more drinks? Guns and daggers? buy some new clothes and show them in Diane's face so she can see...nah I'm not sexy. give to the boys to f**k more bitches? no, this isn't the life I want forever. I'm actually a really good dancer but it's really on some street stuff either for money, fun or to create distraction so others can steal. I can actually get a better life and encourage the guys to do so as well. Adam, would be really good for the CIA, Jake, cassanova, maybe acting, no, then he'll have to kiss some other chick. wait! am I jealous no. My phone drifted me from my thoughts , it's Jake
"no offense... hey man" seems like Adam took the phone"There's certainly an offense. Do you know how long we've been standing here? if you don't get your behind out here and break the suspense, I'm leaving. seeing all these fanciness is making me sick"
" I'll be..." a train stopped in front of me and opened, some guy dusted something off his shoes and holy jeez that's my ticket. I rushed down there and grabbed it. he looked at me wierd and left . I looked up, wait, did my good thoughts bring this back? I quickly boarded the train and joined the guys. The bouncers let us in and I claimed my 2000 dollar prize.
"Bitto! you go man" Adam carried me up "Adam, she's a girl, congrats Bitto" Jake hugged me and I looked at him, something inner drew me to him, his blue eyes, perfectly pointed nose, his dark but supple...oh no I'm already kissing him. it tastes so good, I didn't want to stop, he bit my lower lip and I moaned, our tongues continued the exploration.
"goodness guys, here? now? " Adam made us break the kiss
"chill dude, it's a casino, it's what people do here"
" I know but we haven't talked about that doe yet. what are you gonna do with it Bitto?" I smiled after Adam's question.
I then encouraged my friends and we went to a therapist. we all decided we did all that cuz, we had no choice. it's how we brought ourselves up. But we decided to come change. Adam joined the Army, I joined my dream dance group, The Kaffinators, and Jake, yep, we got married and he became my manager. Everyone has a potential in them, something in your life to make you better. we shouldn't waste our lives living without aim, killing others for money which we have no good use of. we can make our society a better place, the street punks of today influence the street punks of tomorrow. if we stop it now, we can eradicate it. and, poverty is not a crime, but in poverty, we should learn to live with dignity and focus on making our lives better instead of drowning in street life. That's why I started this awareness program, for the poor and parentless for those who wish to make their lives better. With Ellie's Foundation, we can make tomorrow ours and make it Better." I finish my opening speech and left the pulpit. and yup,my real name is Ellie and if you're wondering, I'm still a tomboy. and I don't know about Diane, but I pray she gets my message and changes for the better.
© Katie
